Grand Parade

Had to attend a funeral service up in Blarney this morning, a small town famous for its castle and Blarney Stone. The town was awash with US tourists and tour buses. But I shot nothing there. Did have a chicken wrap though.  I had a mission to try and find a Vileda mop head or two. We're heading in about a week's time to Germany for 10 days. Partly to celebrate Z's dad's 70th and the one thing he's asked for is a mop head as he can't get one locally. At my fourth location in Cork I tracked them down. It's strange getting a frisson of pleasure gazing at a mop head. I begin to worry about myself.
I had a wander, bumping into some Cape Clear friends on Pana as Corkonians call the main street. The wander is here