The old Cabin

I always intend to stop and blip this little place and today I did. Something rather endearing about the luxuriant natural thatch and the window frames still hanging on in there. Usually it is the abode of muddy cattle, their silage bales piled up just out of sight.

I was on my way back from my Irish lesson. We had a practice over a cup of coffee beforehand and I think I peaked then for the lesson was a struggle!  Nice to see Michael too, getting his morning cuppa. Pól  is very patient and good humoured and today he even had us singing a song about a woman making weak porridge and stirring it with a goose's wing! Do join in