No Man's Land 7

I sleep pretty soundly all night, even though it’s a little windy out it feels completely safe in my tent. Making breakfast calls for a lot of organisation. The only flat surface on which to cook is on the summit of the island and because it’s so blustery everything needs to be packed into my backpack for a single ascent otherwise untended coffee pots and chorizo end up in the Liffey.


An omelette and an espresso later and I’m ready for more island adventures. First I dig out the fishing rod and throw in the line and while I’m waiting for mackerel I read some books about the Liffey and the Docklands. Who would have known that the river supplies over one quarter of all the taps in Ireland. Nothing bites so instead I fish out a wind-up radio from the dark recesses of my tent and channel hop for a few hours. Sunday radio leaves a lot to be desired bar Aedin Gormley on Lyric.



Hundreds of people have kindly come down to the quays to watch my performance, I hope they don’t feel that I’m being ungrateful when I don’t reply to their questions and greetings. I’ve chosen to engage solely with the river and the only other forms of communication being through social media and this blog.
I’m finding the whole experience incredibly enlightening and up to this point far easier and more comfortable than I expected. It’s a huge luxury to be able to sit outdoors all day and let the weather wash over you in the midst of one of the finest landscapes in the world.
Speaking of weather, there is a terrible forecast for hurricane like conditions tonight so I have been advised by my producers to temporarily leave the island until the morning.