Read stretches of an interesting book down in Mayo called Windings of The Moy (with Skreen and Tireragh ) written by a Rev James Greer (sp?) republished by the Western People p’haps in 1987, since my Granny had dated it with her name. Written in 1927 I think.

Greer was an insomniac who took night wanderings along and about the River Moy. His one on the abject poverty and evictions in Foxford fascinated me, but mainly his last piece Thoughts on insomnia took it to the bridge for me.

Recording this, naturally enough, at 3.30am.