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since they were my warmest pants. I brought lots of shirts and

did some hand washing at the B & Bs. We pull into Killybegs

and notice the fish stench isn’t quite as ripe. We ask a local

woman where the laundry is and she directs us. M gets a kick

out of a Pub named “Faulty Towers” and I shoot a photo of a

beauty salon called Skinderalla’s which has the misfortune of

being next to an ugly head sticking out of the wall. M leaves

her clothes at the laundry not feeling at all warm and fuzzy
about her sweat suit. She expects it to be shrunk up in spite

her instruction to cool dry to damp.

We go off to Glencolumkille which a woman a breakfast had

said wasn’t much. We are surprised over and over all day as

the sun dances in and out in a hide and seek game over

beaches, towns and animals.

Dance there upon
the shore;

What need have you
to care

For wind or water’s
roar?

…What need have
you to dread

The monstrous
crying of the Wind?

To a Child Dancing

in the Wind
W.B. Yates

(1865 – 1939)

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