A warmer and brighter day, we walked flat along the coast and down the East Pier among Bank Holiday throngs. There were prams, ice cream cones and dogs everywhere. The air was hazy and for reasons I don’t yet understand, there were several ships at anchor in the bay. Is there a storm coming?
Unlike the grafitto says on the wall, in a photo I posted yesterday, the first faint noise of gently moving water broke the silence, low & faint & whispering, today it was the piercing shrieks of children, the key-yahs of common terns fishing and the barking of dogs that broke the silence. We walked past Joyce's Tower and across to the other side of Scotsman's Bay, where we passed his quotation. Would it have been different if he'd been writing in 2016 rather than 1916?
This time in 2011, I was walking the Galtee Mountains during the Ballyhoura Walking Festival, an event that continues. And back then, Leinster Rugby won their semi-final while we were out walking, before taking the European Cup for the second time with a remarkable comeback, a comeback which was nearly but not repeated last week in Lyon.
In the headphones, Gabriel’s Oboe from Ennio Morricone, Williams playing Sarabande, Chopin’s Nocturne No 2 & Impromptu No 4 and Saint-Saëns The Swan, all frustratingly hard to hear over the light wind.
Thought for the day from Bertrand Russell perhaps: “War does not determine who is right - only who is left”
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