Two weeks and three days after the crash all is slowly mending. The troublesome finger injury is looking good, though I can't yet bend it properly. I can't grip properly with my left hand either: I think the middle-finger knuckle must have been broken. My groin still sports a huge, multi-coloured bruise and a lump that's painful to touch but this is reducing in size and becoming less bother with each passing day. The other 20 or so sites of skin loss are now well on the way to being fully healed.
The bike is stripped and awaiting parts, both brake / gear change levers were smashed but I've sourced replacements. The biggest faff is the aluminium fork steerer, which, it turns out I bent (using my groin). This is long-since obsolete and one local engineering firm has already declined to try to turn me a knew one.
None of this was not Ireland's fault. It's a fantastic place to visit in a motorhome.
