Packed all the morning. A fine but windy day. The train to Youghal ran with a rain-cloud, so it was raining all the time, but stopped when we got to Youghal. Took a car to the ferry. Instead of the old rowing boat they had when we were there last they have now a fine motor boat which runs across in 7½ mins. The old romance is gone, however, but comfort takes its place. Huge Mossie, an oarsman before, is still helmsman, and as important as ever. Found everything the same in the hotel, except that there are quite a good few people staying, which was not so 2 years ago. After a fine dinner, for the catering is splendid, we walked to our old cove, and though it began to pour, we found good shelter in our famous cave. Had a swim, but the water was ice after being accustomed to swimming in rivers and lakes. Read ‘Lands and Peoples’ for I smuggled 6 of these mags. and most of my school books down. Mám and I were in one room, Miss O’Brien in put-up bed in the office.
