Zoë Bowyer

I dreamt that D was going swimming with killer whales and that the people at the end of our street all knocked their houses down in order to build new, swisher, larger houses (they were living in holes in the ground whilst the building work was being carried out).

Meanwhile, in the real world, I have exhausted myself by climbing to the top of Slieve Donard in the Mourne Mountains. We rented a cottage in Hanna’s Close at the weekend, climbed Slieve Donard on Saturday and walked Murlough Bay Nature Reserve on the Sunday. We had a fine time. Gracie loved it.

It took our minds off the shit that is happening in this town.