A coastal tour
Another morning among the specialists; hard to believe that I’ve been making the pilgrimage for close to a decade already. This time, a new face. Just as busy as any of the others, but still ready to peer through his lens, checking to see if I showed signs of a pucker. I learned that term, thanks to the Internet.
He feared that my lack of acuity in “the eye” might be due to something called “macular pucker”, which translates out to a condition similar to a wrinkled bedsheet. After yet more photos, we’ve decided to leave well enough alone. No more needles to the eyeball for now. I can come back, if anything progresses.
We spent the evening in the mystical world of Roan Inish. I’ve seen the movie before, but a rewatch allows time to notice details missed the last time around. A good little piece of cinema, with great music and some familiar faces from the Ballykissangel period of my life. I’ll recommend this one to others.
The restrictions on private drone aircraft are increasing; I’m not likely to drop cash for one anytime soon, even if I am enormously curious about coastlines and such. Following a thread on FB, I’ve come across a series of videos (better than ten hours) of the whole coast of the Island, filmed about fifteen years ago by the Coast Guard. Not much drama, but the scenery is part of my life. Where else can I get a private tour of paradise? I’ve only watched one chapter; there’s lots of time for the rest.
