Dooneen

A very pleasant evening last night - Sheila is newly in love with a Frenchman and glowing; Lisa had planted about 200 trees and was wrecked, and Annabel and Klaus had been framing millions of prints ready for the Country Living show in London next month. The lasagna was delicious if a bit floppy. This was followed by copious amounts of apricot and fig crumble and Irish chocolates.

Fabulous day today so we have been off walking again. Today we headed to the wilds of Dooneen, a circular walk around a headland. Totally remote and spectacularly beautiful complete with blowholes - gaps where the sea goes under the rock and has worn a shaft through; as the tide goes in it meets the tide coming out and shoots spray up through the hole, making an extraordinary spooky sound like a wounded beast. This view is actually taken quite high up on the cliffs (note to sons: dad had me bouldering and scrambling!!) where we found a mini lake at the summit. The sea was magnificent layers of turquoise and azure. Not a soul around just the odd gull and heron, and one sheep looking rather embarrassed as though he had been left behind.

Off to see True Grit tonight. If the trailer is anything to go by it should be excellent.