The cheer-me-up walk

In an effort to move away from the doom and gloom that permeated yesterday's blip (three days without swimming, it has an effect on your average addict going cold turkey...) I took Luca for a bracing walk around Deansgrange cemetery. 
He was keen on finding Father Ted's final resting place. 
We were not lucky on this occasion. We saw a few Gormans. But no Dermot. 
And millions of Murphys.