A whirl of Bog Cotton

We had a bit of an adventure last night. Himself wanted to capture a sunset at the very end of the peninsula complete with lighthouse, so at around 8.30pm we went off west. We walked to the end, an amazing crisp light everywhere but a pretty brisk wind. I left Himself ensconced on the side of the cliff sorting out tripods and wide angled lens and went off in search of the EIRE sign. This was put up in1939, one of 82 on the Irish coast, to warn pilots and captains during the Second World War that they were approaching the coast of Ireland, a neutral country. Best seen from afar, each letter must be about 9m tall and are placed quite steeply on the cliff edge.The signs are made out of stones and were originally whitewashed. Bizarrely two letters have been recently whitewashed but not the other two. The sunset was mellow and we rolled home at around 11pm, still plenty of light in the sky.

A lovely day today, more gardening and a clean out of Nirvana - the shed summerhouse  down by the pond - some of the spiders I dislodged where huge.

We're off out gadding tonight, shortly about to head to Glengarriff to see Lunasá catch up tomorrow.

Extras from our jaunt last night.

And today's flowers - a  mad combination of bog cotton and water forgetmenots, rampant everywhere at the moment.  Many thanks to BikerBear for hosting FlowerFriday so enthusiastically.