An lá glas

Some St Patrick's Day greenery was partially achieved chez Raheny. 
Mimi-don't-photograph-me and her friend Sarah-do-photograph-me where in reasonably chirpy mood, considering the excesses of the night before. 

While they were tackling the biggest part of the clean-up operation, I took myself to the Devil's Glen, a place famous for its lusty wood nymphs and wild garlic. 
At least I managed to make three pots of the latter. 
The culinary term to describe its taste is strong-as-fuck. 
Mild condiment my harsh!