Lus cré talún

.. or Germander Speedwell looking very pretty all over the place. Apparently long ago seafaring folk would give travellers a little bunch of blue flowers and wishing them 'Speed Well'. Ah, nice.

A lovely few days with Rob and Joan - lots of chat, lots of food and lots of walking. Joan and I taught together for 10 years in England. She had the littles and ruled them with a rod of iron, yet managed to to be totally loving as well. That always impressed me. The funniest incident, of quite a few, was when she decided to teache her crew the meaning of dark. They all piled into the boiler room. I'm not sure how they all fitted. Unfortunately the latch came down and they were locked in. They were there for sometime. It was extremely dark. I was flying past on my way to get something and hear the unusual sound of singing coming from within the boiler room. Joan was desperately trying to keep spirits up. They were released, pale and clammy but dark had been fully experienced. She nearly set the half timbered school on fire making candles once too but that's another story. Some people you can just pick up with where you left off. Here they are deep in the forest . They've headed off to darkest Tipperary now and I've been digging for most of the day.