Angel Hair?

Bows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way


Up bright and early, packed the cards with goodies and down to Kilcrohane market. The sun was shining warmly, a good selection of stalls, local children singing carols and a respectable crowd; worth doing. Lots of chat and craic and afterwards TJ and I headed down to the lake to see if we could spot any Whoopers. A couple were busily feeding, as were egrets, pochards, a heron, mallards, curlews, oyster catchers and a small black thing that liked to plunge underwater. I then took her to see the infamous sweatlodge. On our way back we met another friend who now uses it to keep his horse food in - here are his horses trying to join us in the sweatlodge! He had heard that it was an overground souterrain, which doesn't make much sense, or a monk's cell. I'm sticking to the sweatlodge theory.
As we were chatting the sky changed and odd colours and clouds materialised. Blip!
Clouds
Hmmm - just spotted we've been blipped!