Tony, Bullock Harbour

A good lunch with L in the usual place in Monkstown. Be interested to see his English translations of O'Riada (he read me a lovely one over our numerous cups of tea). Glad, relieved in fact, that he's still enthusiastic about the collection.


Afterwards drove to Bullock, where I met Tony (above).

An old sailor stands in the cold sun, letting his body clock's
long shadow, leonine, bask on the rocks.