Molly Malone . . . The Dubliners

In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through the streets, broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh" . . .


We were given these green lipped mussels by Richard from across the access way.  He and his family have come back from a week in the sounds where his father in law owns a  mussell farm.  He brought us over a bowl full and a few were steamed open for lunch.  They are always very tender and much better than the ones from the supermarket.  
It has turned cool and windy and the beach has not been mentioned.  The reading of books has been the afternoons activity. 
P.S the hikers returned safely. They had rain and hail but made the hut safely. The cooker was used successfully and as I expected got a lot of looks from the other people in the hut.  The forester found photos from when he was there in 1973. Daniel could look on his phone and see the same views. Landscapes don't change.