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.