Our last day here. After breakfast Mám and I met for a swim, but Miss O’Brien didn’t. The waves were even higher than before, and we were simply thrown around on the stones. I had lunch at 1, then took my bag and parcel of books which we had packed in the morning, and said good-bye. Mám and Miss O’Brien went with me to the ferry. I was making the 2.30 train, and we had to wait impatiently till the ferry came [at] 2.10. Then I dashed to a car, and got the train in time. Read about Constantinople and its mosques on the way. Arrived home and read letters as told. The first was to me from Canon Murphy. He can’t have me! ‘Oh what a fall was there, my countrymen!’ [from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar] But another from Aunt Rosie was to the effect that Mám and I were expected in Dublin, Hip, hip! So instead of taking the train to Bantry I did school-work, had my tea, and met Mám and Miss O’Brien at the station. Mám was not so pleased to hear about Dublin. Began to blow a gale and pour. At 10 I went down to G.P.O. [General Post Office] for a telegram left. Aunt Rosie wired – wire train immediately. On discussion Mám found we couldn’t possibly as fare is ₤4.6.0. So our only hope is Dunmanway. Such complications!
