Irish eyes are shining....

Well not really but they could have been. I had intended to post a really, really Irish blip for the day that is in it, but nothing worked.

Walking past this barn this morning, the farmer invited me in to introduce me to his herd. He told me what they were, what their names were, how old they were, who was mother to who, but I have to admit I didn't quite catch what he said - his West Cork accent was too thick!

They have spent the winter here and will be put out to pasture shortly. Here I have been revelling in the glorioius sunny dry weather we have been having, but Dermuid was bemoaning it, he is getting short of silage and there is no sign that the grass is starting to grow again.