Murk

Back in the serious murk, we managed an amble down to the Kitchen to skim a few stones. It looked very inviting and I was tempted to take off my wellies and socks and have a paddle - urghhhh, ankle breakingly cold!  A google later and the temp was revealed to e 8c - fair play to all those who throw themselves in all year round - yes you, Jeano and RP1!
I was on airport duty and took Barry back to Cork. All calm as I left but his plane was 3 hours delayed and the poor man didn't get home until 1.30am. Not a good end to a lovely few days.