Tannery Row

Deferred gratification. I’m a sad sod and have wanted to blip this with this title ever since I moved here. It makes me chuckle for some ridiculous reason (apologies to Steinbeck but it makes me think of the parallel histories, eking out difficult lives across time and place). It’s the little things! It reminds me of when I used to do wild things, like read books. 
I think I’ve done well … it’ll be about 18 months that I’ve managed to hold back : )
The village was known for its tanning industry.
I think the dark stone might be dolorite from the Whin Sill.
I went for a wet walk after the women’s finals. It’s rained virtually all day and incredibly heavily for most of it.