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It was hard to wake up early today, and it was harder for the son. The wind outside is rushing through the old trees. Have a shower, and have a small breakfast. There is no time for these notes, there is no time for a real calm..

Now it is late, and the drive down to Clonmel is over. It is nearly time for bed. The drive was actually done at midday, and the first visit was started with a walk by the river.

Then the car was taken up to the house in the foothills. The friends there had the same welcome as they had for years, it was like a return home. The daughter from the town, who had been the first visit was there as was her mother and her father, a now elderly man suffering from anxiety. He has had to stop his habitual drinking. The lack of responsibility is not making life for him any easier, he used to work caring for those whose needs are special.

The plums are having a good year, and pick an enormous crop from the one old tree on the grounds. This tree has never had such an extreme load of plums on its branches.

And now it is time to prepare to spend the night in the small house in Clonmel.