A pattern seems to have emerged - work in the morning, then wellies on and into the wild! A good walk today. We headed west onto the old green road, up into the moorland and mountain. Lots of squelchy bogs, emerald green briars, bleached blond grasses but not a soul. We came back down onto the road, crossed over a gate and down to the sea, slatey and cold today. We passed a father and son on holiday with a haul of freshly gathered scallops. Onwards up a boreen through bright green pastures and a quick detour to investiagate a rather forlorn little group of buildings. There are three houses here, all abandoned and each one the precursor of the other. I lured Himself in to the most interesting. The roof has fallen in one half but the kitchen and scullery remain intact, the old blue settle and dresser still heavy with a a dusty array of strange offerings.
This window though is from the other house next door - the newer house, obviously built by the same family as it's almost identical down to the blue paintwork inside. The floral curtains hint at a feminine touch but the last occupant was a bachelor farmer who died tragically.

Thank you for all the interest in yesterday's abandonment too.TJ's offered a leg up for future visits!! Why are these places so compelling and evocative?

Last night's film, a sort of French Brief Encounter didn't really hit the spot for me, though think I was in a minority. I find Gabriel Byrne has about as much charisma as a plank - ouch!

Himself was taken with a window too.