Another fabulous morning deep in the heart of Kerry, gloriousl sunshine, light sea breezes and wonderful company. Woke this morning after a very disturbing dream where I was, for some inexplicable reason, babysitting (reluctantly) my friend’s grandson but the baby kept leaping out of my arms and falling on the floor. I was very glad to wake up and see no trace of either the baby or the pool of blood on the floor.
Other than that, I had a very good night’s sleep and leapt with a certain amount of alacrity from the bed. Downstairs was the happy tapping of laptop keys and the sumptuous smell of home made vegetable soup. Obviously one of the friends had been up at the crack of dawn.
After a healthy breakfast of fruit and yogurt, I set off for my pre-writing walk. To my left is the mountain, barren rising up against a blue sky and in front of me the sparkling sea water. I walk uphill as far as the holy well, St. Finian’s. By the time I get to the well, I’m totally out of breath and pretty relieved there’s no one there to witness it. It is not a pretty sight. I’m beginning to think St. Finian might well be the death of me. But the view is breath-taking and well worth worth the near cardiac arrest.
Later after our morning’s writing, we’re off to visit The Old Bog Museum about three miles away which has Irish wolfounds, Kerry Bog Ponies as well as old homesteads common around the times of the famine. Then dinner out as we have decided to treat ourselves tonight and back to a couple of bottles of wine,
Shure, how bad a life have we?