an orange filter

 Awoke in the morning, as always, take the pills. It is a pleasant awakening in a house in the hills above Clonmel. It is very comfortable here.

Still, ask whether it is possible to take a shower. The host says it is, and she shows how to operate the small shower system. Have some breakfast, and then 

Suddenly there is a collapse, the consciousness slips away. Lie down in the bed and cover.

Two hours later things are better again, and it is possible to drive down and to collect the daughter of the house from her house in the town. 
Before leaving, take a picture of the son with his baking tray full of plum cake. The daughter of the house shows how this may be placed in social media so that the whole family can enjoy the sight

Return to the house in the hills, and there is a long discussion. The father is in his bed, he is unwell. The mother is everywhere, and always has a good solution to every problem. The next thing is a trip to the seaside, a matter of forty minutes.

The son and the daughter of the house spend much time talking, Take pictures on the beach, in black and white and with an orange filter in an attempt to make the clouds stand out.

After the walk take a cup of coffee in a café in Dungarvan.

And then forty minutes return to Clonmel. The journey to clonal takes longer than expected, due to a wrong turning on the way which led to a curious circuit through the hills.

This evening there will be a return to Dublin, and then all will be done till tomorrow