Blood, sweat, and beers

A hearty breakfast at Ramblers in Inverary and then a tour round the jail. Interesting enough without the retired prison warden roleplaying an eighteenth century warden: “then as now, two thirds of those released reoffend, because they get a better life inside.”

Music in the brewers bar today. Everyone goes, until I am alone among strangers. Matt comes down with his kids and then gets whinged back home again. I listen to The Camans and The Coaltown Daisies. I’m drinking water and the heavens let loose their load.

Hours pass, it dries up a bit, I’m fit to drive. Over the hill to Drumsyniebeg.