Up to the Royal Canal again, trying to get a shot of the water.

As the wind was getting up and it was beginning to rain, a man was walking along the towpath on the other side. He shouted across, asking me how I was doing and if I’d got some good pictures. Walking off, he returned ten minutes later. This time the wind was really blowing and I could barely hear him. It seems he’d found a branch from an ash tree which was the perfect length for a walking stick. He offered to throw it across but I said he’d get better use out of it as I had a lot to carry. It was really starting to rain and the wind was gusting and I don’t know if he could hear me as he walked off again, possibly in a huff. Perhaps I’d offended him by not accepting his gift. For it was a fine looking stick.

Dublin, 18th May 2007

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