Ajar

A bright, crisp, cold and incredibly clear day. Too nice to miss so we headed off inland into the Gaeltacht (Irish speaking area), yes, you guessed, it in search of wells. Himself was the duty driver and I was chief navigator and explorer. The drive in land was amazing - we could see the snowy tips of mountains over in Kerry and closer to home, russet-toned valleys and rocky outcrops, little villages, brightly painted houses and confusing road signs. I usually end up in the wrong bally when in the Gaeltacht. We were in search of St Lachteen wells of which there are many, all of them in pretty obscure places. St Lachteen was a saintly chap who lived in the 6th century and has the most beautiful reliquary in the shape of his arm.
His wells were less glamorous, apart from one which was a bit like yesterdays but a double-basined affair - apparently the water in each basin being a different colour, not instantly obvious. We left the Well of Torment and the Well Abounding With Ants for another day as they looked seriously remote  and I can only push my luck so far!
The blip though is not a well but another distraction - this abandoned house was right next to the rather under-whelming Well of the Fasting, (a slight gush coming out of the ground). The house was full of colours and intriguing bits and pieces, now very dilapidated and once used as a byre. I was taken by the multi-coloured front door - ajar you notice, how could I refuse.

There was also a stunning sunset as we drove home.

Last night's film - Julieta, was excellent. yes there was pain, depression and nudity but so much more. And the Spanish are so glamorous, not a wellie to be seen.