Pink Curtains

Didn't sleep much again, too wired I think - or it might have been the (small) glass of wine and packet of crisps I had on getting back at about 10ish, no time to eat since midday! 
In the morning I set off to help the custodian clear up at the well, but of course the site was immaculate  - he had done it all. We shared coffee and croissants and marvelled at what had happened. 
I travelled home in thick fog, stopping off at Cariganima (what a wonderful name) to take some derelict pix.

Home now, wrecked and now thoughts towards the exhibition - in a week and a half in Tralee. 
Backblip 1 votive making
Backblip 2 - Culture Night