It’s winter in Ireland and almost the shortest day on top of that. The sun claws it’s way up but never gets much above the horizon for it’s short journey across the southern horizon.
Two brothers PJ and James have adjoining farms and Rose wastes no time in showing me the way through the fields from Rochestown to Currabehy. The fields are waterlogged from the rains and the way can be treacherous to an unsuspecting city-boy wearing oversized, leaky wellies. Just not used to walking in so much slippery cowshit.
But first a celebration. Rose’s nephew Michael is marrying Lisa and everyone scrubs up well for the big day.
PJ & Ann welcome us into their house and look after us well. I’m eating so much that when PJ says “Want to come with?” I answer “Yes” and find myself with a pitch fork in hand and a bunch of hungry faces in front of me.
On the 29th we will be on BA flight 0059 direct from Heathrow down to the tip of Africa, Cape Town, so stay tuned for an African summer warmup.