Winter in Ireland, Part 2: Cork | The Arbuturian
In the second part of our Ireland double bill, Larry and family continue their half-term break by heading out west, by train, to the gateway of the Wild Atlantic Way... I want to find a pub. Not a particular pub, specifically, nor any pub, but a pub in my imagination, in my memory. I have a vision I've experienced before, of walking into a thatched, white-washed stone bothy, with low ceilings and wooden beams and packed to the rafters, the atmosphere as close as a rainforest, jostling to the bar with racked Guinnesses (Guinneii?) all settling at various states on the counter, and a band p...
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