White house emerging

Oh the joys of Irish weather- seriously soft this morning! The view as I went to get the Sunday papers but  .... the tide was up, the water mirror still, the herons standing silent and the water so  inviting. A bracing swim was taken. Fab!
Just dropped Himself off at the top of the mountain - er, so atmospheric you could see nothing but he is heading downwards and has disappeared into the fog with instructions to pick him up in 4 hours at Cahergal.
You just have to get on with it don't you - everywhere surprisingly active. I spoke to two cyclists who had already cycled around the Peninsula, in the fog, before breakfast! Two other women were swimming and men and dogs, and men and women were out walking. And coming out of the paper shop was a most handsome man in a posh kilt - I reckon he was a bridegroom snatching a quick breakfast!