Cearcall A' Chuain

I amazed myself today. Couldn't wait to get over to MY* byre and carry on doing some minor things, i.e. more shelving. This one took less than than ½ the time of the first one. I'd sussed it, I had. Finished it and stood at one of the doorways, looking out and thought to myself “aren't I lucky to be living here”, and took a quick pic to show what November December is like here. A bright day, the Atlantic looking lively, lots of livestock and wildlife abound and 3M's herb garden in full bloom <snigger>. I can be so mean. “I'm going to grow herbs and vegetables”. Well, if we can subsist on grass salad with seasonal rhubarb (which I hate) then we're proceeding in leaps and bounds. Although we'd like our wall back, old absentee neighbours. Yes, you. You know who you are, Mr Early to Bed**.

3M cleaned the car as we decided the wash thingy at the garage had failed to remove all the Flemish dust. And she did a good job, she did. Bucket and sponge job, it was, none of this modern jet washing. Although, if I had shown her how to use the one we have I wouldn't be getting the glares that I'm now receiving.

Didn't listen to 60s stuff after all. Went back a bit further and gorged on old-time bluegrass, like Bill Munroe, the Carter Family (it ain't got drums so I'm calling it Bluegrass), Johnson Mountain Boys and, a from a few years later, Earl Scruggs and The Hollow Rock String Band. It's silly but I always enjoy My Grandfathers Clock bluegrass style.

What a lovely day today.

* Not only in capitals but in bold, too.
** As you like my asterisks I'm giving you two today. Enjoy. And only joking about the wall, we've already dismantled yours to bring down.