Leave no trace

Except perhaps for a little yellow patch. Our three night stint came to an end so it was time to load the Maserati and head up north to Nana's. It only about 120km as the rain shower flies but it took almost three hours to drive up to her place. We then had to fight off the Spaniels to score a spot close to the stove. August in Ireland, hey...

Mrs Raheny made inquiries about a week long stay with the campsite owner this morning. It looks like she may indeed like the misery.

There was even a second and last swim of the day, just before taking the tent down (in the newly returned drizzle).

We'll have to try and find a day that's dry enough to spread out our nylon villa, clean it, dry it, fold it nearly and pack it away for another year.

There is usually a sunny day or two in September. Fingers crossed.