Hobnails

A busy day - up early and off to Bat's to dig up some hawthorns she kindly offered to us to make into a hedge for the new orchard. She lives up in the hills behind Bantry and we always get lost. Fuelled with coffee we then dug up about 20 small bushes, admired the many piglets, stopped off at a recommended abandoned site on the way home and got lost again.

Not entirely satisfied, we visited another site. Same place as this . An air of melancholy pervades this old house, now enclosed by briars. Amazingly, having been closed for at least 6 years, this plant (and resident spirit) is refusing to give up the ghost and an urchin still remains in a treasured spot on the windowsill. The door the byre was still ajar.. Inside this jumble of boots were collecting a velvety cloak of cobwebs.

TJ is on her way later for a quick card meeting, supper and then maybe she she'll accompany me to the talk on Pilgrimage in Medieval Cork in Skibbereen tonight. Full on! I shall catch up tomorrow.

This is of course an entry for the lovely SarumStroller's derelict Thursday.