Two Rock mountain

Getting up there through the woods was a breeze.

But at the top a strong gale blew.

It certainly blew the cobwebs. And one of the three rocks, into the Irish Sea.

I wonder how the stoners are doing… The rastaman and the worse-for-wear Italian girl who asked us for the direction to Three Rock as we were getting back to the car… and as the last remaining light was rapidly fading.

Still, when you are not dragging along three excitable kids hell-bent on breaking the forest, everything seems a lot much achievable.

I hope that what they had been smoking helped develop night-vision… because they’ll need it!

Rastaman, vibration, yeah-ah, positive!