ireland

When I have Alzheimers, I think I'll still remember these views: from the Sneem-Killarney road, from the Mullers' back yard, and from the Kerry way about half a mile down towards Sneem from the Mullers'.




Max took me and Roisin, who drove with me down to Kerry (and who, helpfully, had a mobile phone to call for the help which never came when we got a flat tire at 11pm on a pitch black two-lane highway, with me having only the foggiest of memories of how to change a tire), into Sneem for a gander at the new hotel and some tea on the patio of a pub. By the time we got back I think Max had already inducted Roisin into the family:


And then Etienne very kindly took us kayaking, and I think Roisin understood for the first time why I liked Ireland, not herself being so fond of her homeland.