Coil

A day with a few different layers to it, some captured, some not. I had intended taking some shots of the annual marathon that is staged in Clonakilty, but the hardest distance for running in the morning being between the bed and the floor I never made it.
A bit later there was the first half of an underage rugby game to catch, his team won.
Then a work-related trip on the ferry out to Cape Clear to the tiny library out there a few miles off the coast. Not many on the boat, the skipper Fachtna, had one or two in with him, the priest heading in to say the weekly mass tomorrow. A few Christmas trees were on board. It was cold and rough out there today. On the way back John and I set the world to rights.
Then back to Skibbereen for a Christmas meal with some work colleagues, before the dark, winding twenty mile drive back to Clonakilty listening to Van and Madame George. At home Zillah has the fruit soaking for tomorrow's plum pudding making...