Cloudage ...

... and lots of it.
After a very wet night some big clouds and sunshine. We went over to Bridget's for lunch. She lives in the middle of somewhere very remote and scenic, don't ask me where or how how to find it again, but we followed instructions - right at the lake basically. Her places is wonderful - down a teeny flower strewn boreen to an oasis. Actually, not really an oasis - she had a team of blokes working for her today - two wwoofers, a son and a handyman all strimming, chopping, mending windows. We had lunch, admired the large and smelly pigs and wandered around her land - productive gardens, secret flower gardens and a brimming polytunnel, plus bouncy sheepdog, geese and goslings, chickens and chicks and more even smellier pigs. And I came back laden with cuttings which I must shortly dig in.
Back home and I rushed down to Farranamanagh to take some photos of stiles - it has to be done. Sorry Lady M, I'm sure you rushed expectantly to see a butterwort but no time to find that today. The stiles I wanted were surrounded by young and frisky cattle so I didn't venture into the field. Also, incredibly, my wellies were not in the car and it was very boggy. Anyway, I got distracted by this wonderful view. The fresh water lake, separated from the sea by this stony spit is alwasy breath-taking whatever the weather.