The Apple of my Eye

is 12 today.

A lovely girl with red hair, sings like an angel and speaks Irish fluently in the Connemara dialect. And just loves to have fun.

I won’t see her til February as no travelling allowed and even then I can’t hug her to bits. It’s hard not to get down in the dumps sometimes but we owe it to the young folk to remain realistically positive and to make nice plans for the future.

Happy Birthday sweetie pie.


The sunrise this morning was breathtaking. It really was. The water is very cold but the immersion in cold water under this sky and in the company of good people reaffirms how beautiful our world is and why we need to do the right thing by each other (see extra with no filter applied)