Yoker Swan from the deck of the Cailín Oir

Finally made the twice weather-cancelled trip to Cape Clear island library today. Sweet God. Rock and roll life, but not in a good way.
I got off looking like an over ripe avocado. I'd misjudged the amount of swaying the ferry would do too and had an ice cold soaking right foot. (Yes Lynn, I should've worn wellies).
After an hour or so on Cape, back on again. Met a dear lady from Cape on the ferry back, a relation by dogs. She beguiled me with chat and sending me photos from her phone to show Z later. Her husband and two more locals chatting away, as I silently commended my soul to whoever and wiped the clammy sweat (really) from my brow. 
Must rest now.