.. .Killmore Quay .
. .Forlorn Point is not
forlorn, it's charming, with tidy thatched cottages and walled gardens.
I jot this watercolor from a phone booth during a downpour. The phone seems
to work, so I call Sister Carmel's convent in Cork to see if I am still
welcome, and she says yes, "Come soon!" On a back road, worn out, I stumble
into an ancient cemetery, but can't read the. crumbled stones, held up by
rambling vines. I feel comfortable here and nap dry in an ancient stone
crypt, which feels like a rehearsal for my own death.