Shady Grove

A very pleasant day - lunch with friends at the Heron Gallery followed by a gentle walk: down the green road, upwards through birch and holly over this little stone bridge, higher again passed the stone circle, 11 or maybe 13 silent stones;  onto the mountainside full of heathers and gorse; down to the little road, a gushing stream at our side, banks strewn with montbretia; down to the old ford, low water and ivy clad bridge; a quick snoop around an old ruin, Guinness bottles in the windows; down to the strand, low tide and a few seagulls bobbing; through the field ablaze with purpleloosestrife and ragwort, down our little boreen, eucalyptus at the top. Cupán tae.

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And by a bit of serendipity it might do for Mono Monday's Balance, thanks to Aphid for hosting.

Shady Grove