Beatlebone. Kevin Barry

flank of the mountain the van moves quickly and climbs. Cornelius slaps down a cassette for mood – a heartbroke voice picks sentiment from the air and yodels it dreadfully.

      Cornelius?

      Ray Lynam, John. That’s what I’d call a fucken singer. The way he holds the note and wouldn’t be caught looking for it? Superb.

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      They leave the heavy airs of the sea behind. They are headed for the Highwood. It is lost somewhere in the hills.