On the longest day of the year my old BMW
splutters to a stop in the village of Bready,
at the petrol station across the lane from the church.
At one point there are seven locals
quietly observing me removing and replacing my top end.

As i finish at eleven o'clock
the sun has just dipped below the horizon.
Northern ireland is quite far north.

Victor stays until the end,
observes my helmetless test ride
and then offers me a room at his family's farm
where we watch Wade Boyd on the telly.
When i awaken in the morning the house is empty.

Everyone is out making hay while the sun shines . . .

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