No sleep on the four-hour ferry journey
A nice Irish girl sleeping opposite
Stood on deck as Dublin’s lights neared, windy
On the port side. Drove down on the N8
Reaching Cork by nine - amazing! - but fate
Intervened. The clutch was ruined. I rang
The RAC and they towed me - short wait -
They asked a guy called Colin. In his van
Rode back to Cork, spending the day there on
Foot, walking the streets, recrossing its quays
While Dennis Henderson fixed new clutch plates
Four hundred euros, a financial bomb
Fast dusk drive to Sheep’s Head, once more to see
My musical comrades. Late night tonight
Thur 18 March
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