Corvus corax corax conversatio.
Or The scavvy way!
9.30 a.m. Sat 22nd Aug ’09. Sun splitting the stones, oozed folk out of cars, vans, coaches, B & B’s, tents, hotels, arrangements, hangovers, housekeeping, and promises and into Donard Car Park. Sandblasted from previous two days rain, they came, shiny and bright eyed, (blue, brown, green, grey, crimson red), from Cork, Kerry, Dublin, Laois, Wicklow, Armagh, Belfast, and various outer reaches of credibility. Speaking two names, their given and their aka, out came the introductions, their spouses and partners having the more finesse, and the one good name. Adorned with limbs of various calibre, they came, long, lithe, elegant, economic, ergonomic, bionic, armed and disarming. Found them corralled by Cra and Jackill, this most splendid group of companionables, were tendered up, down and around as reported by more competent reports, by the equally competent tenders.
At the ice house, maclimber materializes, having raced the great race (before our breakfast) and indeed perhaps the human race to ground, tho fair to say it could be a tie between Ruth, his self and Cra. A most brimming plethora of data, flows forth, eloquent, undisputed, and served nonchalantly as a light dressing on my generous dish of humble pie. Once eager to find his jugular or windpipe, I know in hindsight his eye is faster than my brain, and before a mouthful of lunch passes my lips atop of Donard, I have subtle lessons in pleonastic and tautological redundancies, (my thinking he meant reference to such like: stupid idiot, rough estimates and actual facts), along with the biology of micturition, the good sense found in the geographic studies of E. Estyn Evans on Mourne Country, and the slight hint of pain he, maclimber, (not Evans), senses, as he traces out good humouredly and with surgical precision, the edge of his zygomatic arch and his mandible, where he claims (amazed) to have sourced a pain. But for our laughing, some could have happily cured the inflicted site with a numbing blow. There is every chance he will correct me on any of the above being inaccurate but there were only two involved on my disputing any of it on the day, little and none. Geography, history and folklore followed the walk back to the col before the prof. decided it a done deed and took a higher calling and I went with Cra, jackill, ahendroff, Una, Marie, and Tom to Commedagh and the Pots.