in search of
Dublin
Ireland, The Republic of
what of it coming onto land pouring and soaking might ass well have swum sugar headache out of crumbs laughter and abuse get up and see an end to this fast spoilt with eggs fresh juice and tea spending the pounds weighing me down before i get into euro town bombed out and rebuilt all the edifice of the fifties and sixties old coast road is the one to travel on ride right back out into the ocean where these dream once came from can see the appeal in empirical money and the comfort it brings babied around on roads of asphalt well maintained there ought to be a sign there somewhere out of Derry that one has left the grand old kingdom of the yUK and is entering the styx of Eire for what Irish want to leave so close to the English the one's with no other choice a chosen connection to the land or to fighting who to a tolerance of do not care long story short stop a little gravel a lot of sliding and i still hurt right up the left side onwards and upwards pull oneself together get the weather right flitter through streams of rain come prepared for flood and celebrate every ray of sunshine it comes as quickly as it goes rode into Dublin today full sun face blaring npow clouding over and raining i did not stay ahead of the clouds for very long at all for five days i have been chasing it south i wonder how long it will take to blow over or if in this part of the world every morning starts out the same and ends in tears Larne Derry Drumcliff in which Yeats he wrote and spoke poetry but for morning coffee fairtrade equal exchange a cycle south to Tubbercurry many a brave Irish goes surfing and swimming on a beach a scattering of sand beautiful to watch from a distance a not quite understanding look and colourful tomato sandwiches rye bread salt found a park in Galway to end the night suitably a countryside tour between here and there visiting the land of forefathers daley scattered throughout holding to the central inland