May all ...

... colours form an invisible cloak to protect you.

A message spotted today in Skibbereen, slightly jazzied up. Skibbereen was damp but not still as damp as it was to become later- torrential goings on this afternoon - but I had a mooch around whilst Himself went off to look for various things to do with cisterns and chimneys. Not only were there messages all over the place, there were also nuns, Carmelite nuns to be precise, in all the gear. They had a little stall selling honey and lavender bags and were saving up to buy a building. There's a story behind this. It was drizzling at this point and they exuded the most enormous warmth and niceness. I caught one of their eyes and she looked so thrilled I had to smile back and then scurry on for fear I joined up.

And Downton? Preposterous and ridiculous but done very well. And there was ice cream.