This trip has given me a lot of thinking time.  Alone in my helmet, I have pondered many metaphoric paths even as I wandered real roads.  All too much to blog at the end of a tiring day, even if there had been internet available.  Over the last two days I have drowned out the thoughts with music.  But I still have a lot to write about.  When I have time.


About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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