I went to Schull yesterday, with Adrian, my new friend.
We took the 1120 departure from Cork and got to Schull in time for lunch at 1335
It was rain all the way. Rained all day. Mist right down. So we sampled two pubs and a delicatessen for coffee. I was delighted with my “spicy mixed veg and black eyed beans with corriander and chilli oil” with white bread roll from Hackett’s.
Met a couple from Darwin, Australia, who told me about Japanese people who fly down to see Ayers Rock in 24 hours. Met a couple of French girls on their way to Mizen Head, after flying into Dublin and on to Cork. One of them even knew Vierzon, Department de Cher, where I spent time learning French in my teens.
Saw a great painting of a woman drinking a pint of porter, in a shawl. with a grandmother also drinking porter in the background.
But most of all I got a short story drafted, while sheltering over coffee. I might put it in for the “Bealtaine” competition being run by Cork public library. Any topic, so long as the main character is an older person.
We didn’t miss the bus back to Cork.
