One week in and I’m as young as them. Drive, walk, eat, talk, laugh, sleep. Easy living. Nothing better. We plot our way around the country like gypsies. Today we’re off to Glenveagh because the man behind the counter of an internet café in Westport has told us we shouldn’t miss it.. The landscape slips by like a spool of film across the glass. There are cardboard signs for
Wexford strawberries and
New Potatoes then a painted board outside a library reminding me that CHRIST DIED 4 THE UNHOLY. . It’s Sunday and no point asking the boys if they’re interested in going to mass. I’m not either. Our rental car is the best little church in the world. Peaceful and warm..
