Ulster–2
Innishowen Head – 4th March 2023
I find myself at the Redcastle Hotel on the Inishowen peninsular in Donegal, sandwiched between Lough Foyle and Lough Swilly, once more at the request of a semi-errant daughter using my warm and comfortable abode for her nefarious purposes. I can hear the outraged gasps of the wet and blessed, ‘Bad Parent. Bad Parent!’
My very nice somewhat chilly day, over the old border but still in Ulster, was spoilt - I know 1st world problems. The much anticipated swim was lovely until a couple – obviously newly attached – came tip-toeing in from the changing rooms. The smell of her perfume nearly choked me, and that was from 15 metres away. She then stepped out of the way and I was hit with the double whammy of some horrifically potent mix of Lynx. Don’t they know that there is a climate crisis. Fuck me! The stench. It started to pervade the very waters. Had to exit the prem, inconsiderate fuckwits. Wash that shit off before you assault old-timer swimmers like me.