Fossil in the making

I love trees. I love turf. 
I love bog oak

I love to caress something that grew 3,000 to 8,000 years ago in a much much different land. 
WiFi didn't even exist back then. Imagine! Well, try anyway... 

The festival girls were a little bit tired today but agreed to come for a walk. If it didn't involve much walking. 

I had another delicious Atlantic swim. 

Thanks Nana for putting us up!