Galway was a brisk mixture of alternating sunshine, rainbows, scudding clouds, rain – and hardly any people. I so wanted to go on the boat trip around Loch Corrib, stopping at the village of Cong and some islands, but I failed to persuade the captain that I could clone myself into the minimum twelve people required for a sailing. Instead I leant almost perpendicular into the whirling wind at the end of the pier before walking back into Oughterard and along the country lanes.
In Galway City I sheltered from the rain in a haberdasher’s, and found some buttons. Now all I need to do is make the cardigans to go with the buttons.