The window beside the bed is like a painting giving a view out onto the side of Leitir Mor. There ia a cow and her calf in the middle distance, the calf is being fed. There is also a washing line with pegs on it stretching across the window. Apart from the pegs it is empty.
It is too early to get up yet, the bed is warm and the bags were packed yesterday.
Watch the meanwhile two cows and one calf grazing on the side of Leitir Mor amid the brambles, the thistles and the stones. The new cow is s coloured red and white. The calf is pale cream and the mother cow is dark cream coloured.
Later, get up, finish packing, and have a breakfast with the brother.
The weather outside shows the mountains across the bay lost in a morning haze.
Start to tidy up the small house, and to use the British over-styled vacuum cleaner on the floor. The brush of the machine is so badly designed that it sucks itself tight to the floor. It is a machine that not only looks stupid, it is unpleasant to use
Later, on the road to Dublin the brother leaves the motorway and drives to an enormous plant nursery, He is known there and after exchanging friendly words with the manager we walk through the many greenhouses and outdoor plats. The brother selects plants on the way, he marks them on his list and takes pictures of them with his 'phone.
He buys a rose bush for his wife.
Later, at the airport, all of the check in formalities are completed rapidly. During the security check ups the belt falls into the rollers of the conveyor. A security man sees the complaint as insubordination toward his authority, calls his superior, and they decide that all of the now suspicious baggage must be checked again.
This is not a problem, there is plenty of time.
Boarding is at seventeen fifteen and it is now fifteen forty eight.
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