Cloak & Dagger

Gales today. I had to go down to the very end of the Sheep's Head. It was wild and I could only just get out of the car but I was astonished at how many people there were, bravely battling against the wind and sallying forth nonetheless. There was a large group, almost vertical  - Europeans explained someone sagely!

This rather handsome chap was clinging on for dear life. He reminded me of a pantomime villain with his smart spotty cloak.