The bogs are blooming

A gorgeous day - we went out for a long walk - up and over and over and over again.The bog cotton, bog beans and butterworts were spectacular.  And there were also water forget-me-nots. We wore ourselves out and stopped at the Heron Café for lunch which was lovely.

We later had a message from the Poet, he was on the Sheep's Head and called in. Himself was making pizza so he stayed for supper and a fair amount of philosophy and big discussions were indulged in. Exhausted now and I am up for sparrowfart tomorrow, the last of the early morning bird counts. Catch you later.