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But arrgh, the stench o’ greed – them fins again! Some ports, they hack ‘em off, leave her sinkin’. Boils me blood, it does – worse’n a navy frigate on me tail. She’s a queen, not chum! An’ here’s a yarn – old whalers thought whores were omens, bringin’ storms. Rubbish, says I – she’s just swimmin’, mindin’ her own. Surprised me, that tale – folk be daft as a barrel o’ eels.

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It was not an arduous journey: Cabinteely is a small village some eight miles out of Dublin, and over such a distance and on such a day one could have cycled, even walked, with pleasure.

Finally, after what felt like hours, I said my goodbyes and headed home. I was exhausted but happy. Cabinteely had thrown me a rollercoaster of a day. From coffee disasters to foxes and life stories, it was a lot. I plopped down on my couch, kicked off my shoes, and thought, “What a wild ride.”

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