On the road, as in life, there is pressure to keep moving, to crest the next peak, perfect the next apex, endure the next endurance. I felt no such pressure here, perhaps because my fellow guests were not moving on. Nothing to prove, no one to impress, only you good people to entertain I pleased myself by deciding to remain here, north of Kinsale, another day. Not fussy, not twee just solid functional accommodation stripped to the bare bones but rich in facilities, easy on the mind’s eye. I caught up on my days and tried to recreate the starter issue to no avail.
I popped out for petrol and a little explore, the roads were jammed with Bank Holiday traffic, a good day for just pottering . Old Head caught my eye for some reason and surprised me by having a memorial to the Lusitania torpedoed off the point in 1015. My Grandfather, a ships cook (chef sounds too grand these days) had, I believe, sailed on her, but not on that voyage. It felt like a happy and sad coincidence had brought me there.
Back at the site Krystal, from California had arrived on a leg of her impressive, endless adventure which started in Bulgaria. I felt a bit of a novice in the company of so many independent travellers, I didn’t mention Margate. Thomas was laid low with a headache, his Ural sidecar still awaiting parts but still spectacular in pieces.
Kevin was refurbishing a gas BBQ and fabricating a fat tray for it from a piece of scrap aluminium checker plate. Kelly, of little faith the Kevin would finish in time for a meal that evening, tempted me down to the Huntsman pub for some food and, almost as expected, some live music from Tony Davis Singer/Guitarist (I have his card). We took the bike so just the one slow pint, my first in a pub in Ireland, not the last.
No pint picture here, I feel bad that on my return to the site Kevin had finished the job and was, I suspect a little disappointed that we had bailed on the meal. Here instead is Kevin hard at work. The day wound up nicely with beers around the campfire chatting to Sonia and Yuan (I hope I have that right) very Social Workers from Switzerland who were camping that night. Here are Kelly and I by the fire, I’m the fat one, happy days.
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