Geraniums

Down to Baltimore this morning (the original one) to put some cards on the ferry to go across to Cape Clear Island. The quayside was busy with a suitably holiday air. Loads of people spewed off the ferry: families, hikers, hairy dogs, twitchers (identified by their very long lenses), little girls in pink wellies, babies in slings - and the same amount poured on. I handed my parcel to the boatman who promised to deliver it. It's a forty minute journey out to Cape Clear , notorious for the liveliness of its waters but today was smooth. It's a beautiful island, part of the Gaeltacht, Irish -speaking areas, and every summer it is invaded by hordes of teenagers who come to do a crash course in Irish - a rite of passage really as it's often the first time they've been away from home. No English allowed!

Baltimore itself is a lively place in the summer, full of yachtie types and today there was a good crowd around, all sipping their cappuccinos al fresco. I parked next to an old and dilapidated building, oddly out of place in the main street. I was captivated and couldn't decide which pic to put up so there are extras- little details in dilapidation. The main pic is what I saw when I peered through a broken pane and slipped the tattered curtain aside. Amazing how resilient pot plants are and just carry on. I think this building was once a school and dates from 1840. Why I think this I don't know as I've not been able to find any info about it.
An early entry for Derelict Sunday. I shall be taking over from Marlieske in May and if anyone once fancies hosting after that, please let one of us know.