A brief poem spouted in the saddle today on yesterday's reflections:.

From Dingle to Killarney,

A lover left too far behind me,

From the sea where Irish fishermen seek to stand,

all the way to a stand-in mother's hand,

Brimming with barley, head to the wind,

Here's to now and the cycle begins.

A stunning morning and a dragging afternoon, ending in the unrivaled kitchen of Mary Bradley, with an aching knee treated by none other than the chair of GP medicine at Cork University... Colin Bradley. A fabulous hospitable evening, starting to become spoilt on this trip.