The remainder of our time on the island was a peculiar mix of frustration and enjoyment. Frustration at being stormbound and enjoyment of the fine scenery and even finer people we met. The second full day was grey and wet. No finer weather to visit Murray's Hotel for cards by the fire. This proved a rewarding decision. Drink, food and cards were all to our liking and our hosts proved just as welcoming as the had been on our first day. As the place filled we were introduced to many regular, and not so regular, customers. Foremost was Fionan, a nephew of Andrews, who'd studied at Ringaskiddy as a marine engineer. He waxed nautical with us for a bit and agreed to cast his eye over our dodgy stern gland next day, when he got a break from the Island Ferry. This he surly did and confirmed we were 'unlikely' to sink before we reached Killybegs where it should be easily sorted. He showed us his own boat and the new curragh which all his nephews and nieces had...
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