i'm not sure what day it is. but i'm in galway.
all is good. well, except my wallet's gone missing - last seen in nottingham. so in essence if it doesn't appear i've been working for free for a week. oh well, it's been an incredible learning experience.
but such is a small inconvenience. there's been a second bereavement suffered amongst the crew and it makes everyone feel far from home.
and yet sadness as ever sits beside celebration. it's neil's birthday and he just got presented with a cake on stage, with candles and a fine rendition of happy birthday.
i'm recognising the inner fragility rising that comes from witnessing and empathising with grief and holding back tears and it feels like missing home and i'm really looking forward to reaching belfast on friday and finding myself in familiar embraces and their accompanying voices.
you are loved. and missed.