Outstanding on its own island

Some new, some repeat visitors from Spiddal today, including a very cute pomegranate pomeranian. I tried to take her picture, but I think she's completely incapable of standing still for a second.

We had waves that would put any class of a Christian man in mind of Riders to the Sea:


CATHLEEN: Is the sea bad by the white rocks, Nora?
NORA: Middling bad, God help us. There's a great roaring in the west, and it's worse it'll be getting when the tide's turned to the wind.