Bird Alone

Friday, an early beginning to the long weekend. First dropped the hounds off at the kennels, which regular readers might remember is in the wrong direction for everything else in the world, but a home from home for the hairy ones.
We'd seen a guy on the edge of Skibbereen hitch hiking with a dog, so reckoned if he was still there when we were coming back minus our two hounds we'd stop. He was, so we did. Turned out he was trying to get all the way to Cork from Sherkin Island, his mum wasn't well, no one to mind the dog and they won't let dogs on the bus. We dropped him off in Cork, karma bank with a slightly better balance and Henry the hound was a great traveller.
Then off to Salthill in Galway to see Dylan Moran at the comedy festival. Horrendous traffic, so a postponed rendezvous with potential in-laws. Dylan was brilliant, the image he conjured of a pig in a phone box in a typhoon having a panic attack will stay with me forever.
Galway Friday