We continued on from Upperchurch, wending our way through fields and forests.
As we had descended from the heights overlooking Jim’s farm, he’d called ahead to his wife to let her know we were getting close. This ballooned into a whole experience – his wife Eileen came down and picked us up at the intersection with this hurling monument, and shortly thereafter I was sitting around the Kennedy’s dinner table with Jim, Eileen, and their son Trevor, eating chicken and beans and bread and potatoes and drinking more milk than I entirely intended. We ate and chatted for some time, but eventually Jim and I had to tear ourselves away for the last few miles of our day’s walk.
On our final stretch down into town, we met up with Jim’s cousin Donnell Mackey (sorry Donnell if I am messing up the spelling!) who would be my walking companion the following day. And finally, we arrived in town, our day’s journey complete. It was getting on late when we arrived, and Matt took me back to the B&B fairly promptly. I did not venture out around Silvermines this time – simply made a few notes for this blog, read a bit, and fell asleep.
Today marks the halfway point in my time in Ireland – 43 out of 86 days gone. It feels very strange to realize that I have as long left in Ireland as has already elapsed… but also to know that the time remaining will soon be eclipsed by the time that has passed.
I have seen enough now to know I have no idea what sorts of things may happpen in the time I have left. And I have experienced enough now to almost be at peace with that fact.