Ireland
(There didn’t seem to be anyone waiting for me!)
It wasn’t asking too much to expect someone to turn up,
was it? Perhaps it would be Colm from Bridgestone or a
member of staff from the Gerry Ryan Show? They had
promised they would. Confident that someone would be
there, I emerged from the car deck and stood on Irish ground
at last. Looking around there wasn’t a soul to be seen. I
thought that they might be out of sight behind one of the
nearby containers so I went and had a look. There was no
one there either. What had happened? Having pedalled so
far, I was quite naturally saddened at the prospect. I felt
wretched but at least both feet were on Irish soil. That was
the single most important thing, I decided, as I stamped
down on the ground repeatedly with both feet. It might have
been asphalt, but I kicked and kicked, my head in the clouds. (from "Against the Wind" - Poolbeg Press)
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