it is with the ‘good morning’ that horsemouth parts company with news briefing. he’s up. he’s had his coffee.
he’d just tried a quick play through of sliabh na mBan - anglicised as slievenamon - ‘the mountain of women’ this started with one of horsemouth’s fake mali-style guitar parts then he worked to incorporate a traditional irish tune he learned from a recording by his friend denise. the women race up the mountain in a competition to become fionn mac cumhaill’s wife, grainne wins (after fionn shows her a shortcut). . (or would be if his hands were not still asleep and not co-operating). listening back to other versions of the air horsemouth can't hear it in what he plays.
he was moving on to painbirds when the doorbell rang. (package delivery - clothing - horsemouth hears american in the accent round here a lot).
just up the road and down a lane from where horsemouth is staying is a holy well (st john’s well or tobar eoin Óg). the lane emerges in a housing estate on the other side of carrigaline (but then horsemouth couldn’t work out a way off the estate). there’s a pilgrimage up to it at mid-summer (24th june). yesterday horsemouth was thinking about blind blues musicians (blind blake, blind willie johnson, the reverend gary davis, there’s a lot more) - apparently the well restored the blind man’s sight who found it.
horsemouth found the holy well during an evening wander about (after a day spent sat around the house). in the afternoon the clouds had suddenly parted and it was blazing hot for a while - horsemouth, the king of wishing to be somewhere else, wished he was at the beach, but didn’t trust the weather enough to get on the bus (he was wrong).
in the evening he watched the witch - which is good. it’s unredeemed - no one arrives to save the family, they cannot save themselves, they are destroyed by malign supernatural forces, their blood enables the witches to fly (but even that isn’t a reason - nothing is explained by this).
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