A chara, - Recently, while engaging on an inspiring health-enhancing trot up Mt Brandon, I encountered sodden, gelatinous nappies decorating its face.
Even more recently, on the Connor Pass, opposite Peddlars Lake, I viewed five exploding black sacks of rubbish, elegantly distributed among the scrub and rocks.
Ah yes, there's nothing more surreal or inspirational than bloody great warts of rubbish, texturally enhancing the exquisite Kerry countryside. Those deliveries took the sort of effort and imagination that leave me exhausted. D'you think that there is any chance that these aesthetic accessories could be framed, packaged and promoted as retrospective glimpses of the bygone era when the Irish were mistakenly perceived as dirty? Turner Prize material, perhaps? - Is mise,
Gertrude Sampson, Ceardlann na Coille, The Wood, Dingle, Co Kerry.