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Mayo, Day Seventeen

The rain’s steady but gauzy thin when we set out. Our boy laughs, delighted with the way the wind blows the wet into his face. It’s all cool and fresh as daisies. BW’s done some research, and there’s a ruin nearby we’ve never been to. Kat handles the ribbon of road as if she’d been … Continue reading Mayo, Day Seventeen →

Mayo, Day Sixteen

The world’s full of drama outside the windows. Wild wicked wind that howls as it whips the trees and sends the fountain water spewing sideways.  It whistles, sings, with thunder occasionally rumbling to add some fierce. BW spots a woman walking one of the paths who holds her umbrella horizontally toward the water. I think, … Continue reading Mayo, Day Sixteen →

The world’s full of drama outside the windows. Wild wicke...

The world’s full of drama outside the windows. Wild wicked wind that howls as it whips the trees and sends the fountain water spewing sideways.  It whistles, sings, with thunder occasionally rumbling to add some fierce. BW spots a woman walking one of the paths who holds her umbrella horizontally toward the water. I think, … Continue reading →

Mayo, Day Fifteen

Since the weather’s changeable my walk-abouts are short-lived. The misty rain breaks now and then, comes back harder, fades off to some sunshine. With all those changes in light, in mood, you can see a thousand shades of green, muted shifts in the blue/gray tone of the water. How vivid the splashes of color from … Continue reading Mayo, Day Fifteen →

Mayo, Day fifteen

Since the weather’s changeable my walk-abouts are short-lived. The misty rain breaks now and then, comes back harder, fades off to some sunshine. With all those changes in light, in mood, you can see a thousand shades of green, muted shifts in the blue/gray tone of the water. How vivid the splashes of color from … Continue reading Mayo, Day fifteen →

Mayo, Day Fourteen

Sometimes the universe offers a perfect day just to see what you do with it. I think we did pretty well. For myself, those blue skies call me out. Kat intends to take Griffin for a stroller walk, but the boy goes down for a long, hard nap. I think being a social, active, cheerful … Continue reading Mayo, Day Fourteen →

Mayo, day fourteen

Sometimes the universe offers a perfect day just to see what you do with it. I think we did pretty well. For myself, those blue skies call me out. Kat intends to take Griffin for a stroller walk, but the boy goes down for a long, hard nap. I think being a social, active, cheerful … Continue reading Mayo, day fourteen →

Mayo, Day Thirteen

A full day with beautiful weather. A phoner with Australia starts things off, then it’s off to the lobby to meet with the team from Little Brown. And Ashford’s huge and gorgeous Irish Wolfhounds. They’re just magnificent, sweet, friendly, perfectly behaved. (The dogs, though the team qualifies, too!) I wish Griffin had been with me … Continue reading Mayo, Day Thirteen →

Mayo, Day Twelve

Gorgeous, gorgeous day. Breezy, brisk and blue. BW and I take a nice long walk around, through the forest, down the paths, around the gardens. The trees here are beyond magnificent, huge and fantastically shaped, some with branches I couldn’t span with both arms. We head back to see the horses, and one’s by his … Continue reading Mayo, Day Twelve →

Kerry to Mayo, Day Eleven

We start out right on time and in wet weather. Wet or not, it’s a pretty drive. Griffin takes a ten minute bat nap, then enjoys the ride. Into Cork and in and out of rain and brightening skies.  Lovely green hills dotted with sheep and cows and horses, divided by lines of clumpy green … Continue reading Kerry to Mayo, Day Eleven →