Attical to Newry - Monday 6th September

7.30am...I should be used to this by now. The taxi's already been booked and all I have to do is get neurotic about turning everything off and putting the key somewhere safe. The weekend was lovely. Apparently I missed the gladioli blooming on the hillsides. I'll be back next year.

mist lifts
the mountains are stripped
of their skin

Back to the bus stop. The actual station is round the corner - looking really like someone's back yard. I sat opposite the Orange Hall for about twenty minutes, reading, scratching and scribbling. Mostly the middle.

these journeys are grim
the taxi driver fearing islam
the bus that judders
brings me in on time
(i can say that for
the bus service
i've not been late yet)

Newry in some ways made me think of Derry; the lead in to the area showing signs of development. The bigger chainstores sitting next to the smaller (sorry - but shabbier) looking local shops. The bus station was a gentle hubbub of commuters and travelers. Once again - the internet point was there.

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