Tobar Eoin Basti

The last well visited and I wasn't hopeful. I nearly didn't bother for it meant a torturous drive down tiny roads and it was raining and I was pretty welled out. However, there it was, delightfully kept, fresh water and an abundance of offerings hanging damply.

Back home, tea, toast and a bath beckon.  Himself is having his own similarly damp adventures!
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