The promise of mince pies..

kept me on track today over hill and dale and many a boggy puddle. Lured by the Sheepshead Sirens, Amanda and TJ's, this is the highest bit Michael, it's much easier after this, I ploughed on. We had the sustenance of soup, and coffee starting off from Amanda and Peter's and logistics for Riana had her rendezvousing with us mid-bog, but it was good craic. Bridget and her footsore Wooffer Laura were fellow explorers. Soggy and with an expression like this lad as he sees the pies just over the fence, we collapsed into TJ's for her mince pies, brandy butter and cream, jealously guarded from her intrepid cat!

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