26th August, Wednesday
My father was off looking for some way to dispose of a Hungarian’s caravan and he hooked up with Eugene, my uncle’s gardening assistant and general factotum, so the upshot saw me out on the forecourt at the petrol station near Master McGrath at five o’clock, with Eugene, Eugene’s brother, some wreck of a guy with long hair who said he lived with “the traveller community”, the Hungarian and the caravan.
At sunset we were due to bring it for inspection by a possible buyer and Eugene was in the car with me when he got a call from the brother to say there was no one at home where we were going. I pulled over in Ballinamuck and the Hungarian pulled in with it, behind me, in convoy. When I sat back into the car, after passing on the news, Eugene asked had I seen the alsatian (“as big as a donkey”) in the gateway across the road. He figured the householder had let him out after he saw the caravan pulling up outside.