The youth watched the loading gantry move into place by Hold 8, and noted the fact in his logbook. Crew who weren’t on duty were hanging around outside the crib house, waiting for their cabs to arrive at the front gate. Security would ring through, the youth would let them know, and they’d be off...
Orderly battalions of low generously rounded trees emerged from the half light and led the gaze in a gentle descent towards the flatland around Ballyvaughan, and on to the enticing waters of Galway Bay. Cappanawalla on the left flank, it’s majestic, bald grey slopes spilli...