Heading Out West

My friend J was on his own in his house near Spiddal; his wife and the wean had gone over to the US for a couple of weeks. He asked if I could visit so, after checking with S, I agreed. I love heading out west. It's what driving is (or should be) for, zipping into the landscape, the eye of the weather opening and shutting, flashes of heavy rain through sun and cloud.