Pebbles from Magilligan

Six years ago we walked on the beach at Magilligan and looked across to Donegal, sitting by the turf fire in the cafe I knew I loved you.

I took pictures of you that day too but they were stolen with my memory card from Jessops - so these pebbles are my memories of that day.

We've taken the ferry from Magilligan to Greencastle many times but that first day is the one I treasure.

This journal entry is not my usual but reading Indigo Purple's text today put me in a contemplative mood. This is for her white hen.