210 DAYS STOLEN FOR SPORT 



favours us with weather fitting, we are going to 

 test the charts that tell the depths where pollack 

 should be found round many an island 'twixt Achill 

 and Arranmore. 



Eight days of wind and rain, wind that meant 

 storms at sea, preceded the one appointed for our 

 start and, although we are good sailors, we were 

 glad to find Euston full of sunshine that gave some 

 promise that the gales had passed. September 

 sunshine is made glorious by its promise of a 

 second summer, during which the lassitude en- 

 gendered by the first may pass away and fit us for 

 vigorous enjoyment. It's then that we can bring 

 something to the feast that makes a day of sport 

 worth a week on crowded sands in August. 



Euston, a waving flag and a loud-resounding 

 whistle, and we are off to Ireland where I and 

 mine are sure to be at home. I shall jump the 

 journey, merely mentioning that the sea was lively 

 and that there were those on board who would 

 have liked to jump it too. 



No sooner were we on Irish soil than I heard 

 my name. I like to ensure my bed, as more than 

 once I have had to do without one in that same 

 country, but it remains a mystery to me how the 

 hotel porter picked me out from a throng of people 

 who must have looked more in need of bed than 

 I did. We were just in time for dinner, for which 

 the sea had made us eager ; and after that there 

 was an evening to do with as we chose. 



For many years I have had no need to guide my 

 sons to places of amusement as my knowledge of 

 where best to go is of the scantiest compared with 

 the experiences of even the youngest of them. 



