get out, and get gone: this town is only gonna eat you

[hawkwing_lb]

On the train, with mist turning the hills and fields of north Dublin ghostly. The kind of day when something out of legend could appear on the brow of a rise, wrapped in a cloak and attended by crows, and it might almost seem inevitable.

I expect I'm suffering a fanciful turn of mind due to lack of fruit at breakfast. It's going to be a close, sticky day.