A wild afternoon in West Cork

Just back from a truly wonderful and eccentric day somewhere in the hills around Macroom. I was invited to inspect a well by Helen so off I went: five wells bagged, and a huge amount of chat accomplished with assorted friends and offspring, I was impressed by teeny Barrahane (named after the saint - Veronica, you remember his church?)  who had only just learnt to walk but powered on for hours, was leapt on by a wolfhound called Siofra, saw a random peacock on a roof, endured a farting dog in a small car and admired the William Morris style mancave of an immaculately dressed husband who demonstrated his accomplishments on an organ. There's no way of writing that without a snigger but it was impressive.
I am now wrecked but never cease to be astonished by the things that can just occur on an ordinary afternoon in West Cork. 
Backblip yesterday was quite eccentric too!