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Three years in Kinsale today.   Moving here was one of the best decisions I ever made. 
How is it that when I go away for a week I seem to miss two weeks of swimming?  Anyway, whatever the reason, I felt the absence this morning. 

A day of dithering in Garretstown, Ballinspittle, and then in to the big City for dinner in Cafe Paradiso, what a treat.  

The garden is looking a bit more colourful with the apple blossoms, campanula on the way and lily of the valley peeping out.  The cowslips are up too.  

One extra. I may have taken a shot like this before, but no two waves are the same.  I could have sat all day looking at the crystal clear waves.