40 Foot Wind

After picking up the wean I drove him out to Dún Laoghaire to get his weekly Star Wars comic (which won't be in till tomorrow). Then I did a quick recce around by the Forty Foot bathing spot, leaving the wean in the car with Lola and my iPhone. Met a young (Polish?) photographer on his way out. Too windy he said. And once I turned the corner of the tall curving granite wall the wind's wall hit me: bitingly cold, merciless. Couldn't wait to get back to my old, battered Yaris: a warm little bubble of heaven. One appreciates a car on such wildly elemental days.