Four things I noticed on the loop above Anascaul Lake, in November, when the light was already thinking about going.

The turf Eoin dropped last week is still sitting in the plastic sacks. Today felt like the day.

The Healy Pass in October, and not another car in either direction – which should have felt lonely but didn't, quite.

I drove to Kenmare on a Wednesday because I'd run out of stamps and because I wanted to, and those two reasons together felt sufficient.

I went to Schull for the drive, which is a thing I do sometimes, and came home with a book I hadn't heard of and didn't need.

The fuchsia had grown so far over the path I'd been stepping sideways past it since August.