The Sheep's Head

As I write this up late afternoon the wind is howling outside and the rain is lashing against the windows. Fortunately, TJ and I managed to galvanise the youngsters first thing and got them out for a bracing walk along to the far end of the Sheep's Head before the weather got too bad. Any residual cobwebs left over from England were well and truly blown away this morning. We were all buffeted about by the wind and there seemed to be a distinct danger that Rachel could be blown right off her feet! This final spine of the Sheep's Head ridge would not be the best place to experiment with flying. Once the boys loaded her coat pockets up with rocks as ballast we all felt much happier - with the added advantage that it slowed her down a bit.

When I was last here we scrambled right down the ridge and over the barnacled rocks to just a few feet above the water (here). That prospect felt a little scary today so I just went a little way down with Roam, far enough to get this shot looking back up towards the lighthouse. A few minutes later, TJ had us all sitting on a railing up there, perched precariously above a 300 foot drop into the Atlantic Ocean. The things we do for a blip!

We enjoyed a fabulous dinner with Freespiral and Himself last night, the conversation as always a delight. We were privileged to get to see some of Himself's photography, from a student project around a children's play area in Notting Hill in the sixties. The images were astounding. It was a little sobering to realise that at this time I was a child of roughly the same age, living only a few miles away. It seemed like more than a lifetime away in both space and time. The Secret Garden is host to a great deal of talent.

Blip Bear also managed to enjoy a little window in the weather this morning, although it seems like someone had quite an adventure in the process of getting the blip!