Therapy

I was heading to Donegal for Easter, after working this morning & noticed that the annual ploughing match at Roscavey was on, in a new location.

I noticed this guy, tacking up his pony & asked could I take a photo of the pony, he hesitated & said not if it was for the paper, I said it wasn’t. He went on to say “I shouldn’t be here” & mentioned a recent bereavement, but said this was therapy & today it was for charity. I do hope he got his head showered.

Extras of horses being tacked up for ploughing, the only pair there this year apparently & the tractors in the dreadful weather.