Conor in his space

Sunday, clocks back, early awake for me. Slow breakfast and chat. Conor spent the entire morning putting J's electric bass guitar back together, doing J a big favour but also revelling in the challenge. Later an author on the run from having to fulfil his publisher's advance called in for a coffee. Aengus took the dogs to the bog, I briefly caught up with world news at the one tiny corner that has 3G coverage and wished I hadn't, then some lunch, ten minutes looking for my car keys until I found them where I'd put them, so I wouldn't lose them. Then fond farewells from these lovely people and the drive back to West Cork.
Galway Sunday