"Nannetti's gone. Mailboat." (U13.1242)

As seen on this PC ad, 'magnificent streamers' provided accelerated mail and passenger transport between England and Ireland, some via Holyhead in Anglesey, Northern Wales. The trip from Kingwtown to Holyhead took 3 hrs.
This PC shows S.S. Hibernia, one of the boats in service on the Irish sea between Dublin and Holyhead in 1904. She was built in 1900, became HMS Tara during WWI, and was sunk by a torpedo in 1915.
"Near Holyhead by now. Must nail that ad of Keyes's. Work Hynes and Crawford. Petticoats for Molly. She has something to put in them. What's that? Might be money." (U13.1242)

This PC shows Nannetti's arrival port of Holyhead, Wales.
What's this? Bit of stick.
O! Exhausted that female has me. Not so young now. Will she come here tomorrow?" (U13.1252)
"Wait for her somewhere for ever. Must come back. Murderers do. Will I?
Mr Bloom with his stick gently vexed the thick sand at his foot. Write a message for her. Might remain. What?
I.?" (U13.1254)
"Some flatfoot tramp on it in the morning. Useless. Washed away. Tide comes here. Saw a pool near her foot. Bend, see my face there, dark mirror, breathe on it, stirs. All these rocks with lines and scars and letters. O, those transparent! Besides they don't know. What is the meaning of that other world. I called you naughty boy because I do not like.
AM. A.
No room. Let it go.
Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his slow boot. Hopeless thing sand. Nothing grows in it. All fades." (U13.1259)
"All fades. No fear of big vessels coming up here. Except Guinness's barges." (U13.1267)
"Round the Kish in eighty days. Done half by design." (U13.1268)
"He flung his wooden pen away. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck. Now if you were trying to do that for a week on end you couldn't. Chance. We'll never meet again. But it was lovely. Goodbye, dear. Thanks. Made me feel so young." (U13.1270)
"A bat flew. Here. There. Here. Far in the grey a bell chimed. Mr Bloom with open mouth, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed. Just for a few
Cuckoo.
Cuckoo.
Cuckoo." (U13.1286)
"The clock on the mantelpiece in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy and the reverend John Hughes S.J. were taking tea and sodabread and butter and fried mutton chops with catsup and talking about
Cuckoo.
Cuckoo.
Cuckoo." (U13.1292)
"because it was a little canarybird that came out of its little house to tell the time that Gerty MacDowell noticed the time she was there because she was as quick as anything about a thing like that, was Gerty MacDowell, and she noticed at once that that foreign gentleman that was sitting on the rocks looking was
Cuckoo.
Cuckoo.
Cuckoo. " (U13.1299)
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