Oh Ireland in the sun.

 Inch beach. 

Boots are hibernating today.

Cindy, sweet dog but terrified of almost everything, especially cameras. Someone should have taken a picture of me, head and camera wrapped in a towel to hide my photography from the dog. 

Less shoes, more sunshine. There have been a small string of blue-sky days, bringing dresses, bare feet and people out of shelter. on this particular day, four slaphappy lasses traipsed down to Inch beach. There was much merriment: drinking rainwater dripping from the cliff face, deciding whether or not to give a tiny dead rabbit a viking sendoff, making seaweed bracelets, singing The Lion King songs at top volume, and finally braving the water. Freeeeeeezing water, leaving a warm buzz of exhilaration.

we ended the night (it gets dark here at half 10 or so) with tea, 85% dark chocolate and fruit.

love

p.s. like the pun in the title?