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We visited Carl's mum's friend in Wicklow again today and had the usual grand old time, entertained by the birds flocking around the feeders, Renate's dog Charlie encouraging us to throw his ball for him and Renate herself regaling us with her usual non-stop chat and reminiscences. On our way to the room with the view I spotted this cushion on her bed and decided it was blippable.

I'd been keen on visiting earlier than usual because of not fancying the drive back in winter darkness along the really narrow and windy roads that lead to and from her place, but time passed anyway and we just about got away from the narrowness and windyness before real dark set in.