it begins. Or rather, it began. Two weeks ago, almost. I just haven’t produced any written evidence of it.
Cork! I am back. And in the few short (dark) hours since Bus Eireann dumped me beside the Lee, I have found my beloved Irish city to be just as I remembered.
Daylight, of course, will likely prove otherwise. But for now I am pleased to have stood outside my old flat (7 Mountview Terrace) and looked down on Cork Cathedral in the fading evening light.
I am also utterly shattered for two nights on Dublin’s cider/whiskey/vodka/wine over New Year. So, now, I close.
a woman wanders 