I watched the programme last night, and one particular part struck me. It was when Cathal was reading a clever haiku to his Nepalese boys, most of whom had only halting English. Despite the language gap, they were so eager to please Cathal that they laughed at any old shit he read to them and I had an idea. What a nice thing it would be, I thought, if I wrote a haiku of my own. A poem especially for Cathal!
Sorry now. I’ve never written a haiku before, so I might be doing it wrong, but here we go anyway:-
The village boys laugh
too hard at Cathal’s haiku.
Shamed, I turn away.