All quiet on the western front

Gullie is keeping an eye on Blacksod Bay, in Nana's front room.

The kids? Exhausted after a long drive, an afternoon of running after the hens and an evening of trying to catch the cats (not kittens, cats!)

The hens? Exhausted after a day of laying ginormous eggs and trying to escape excitable city kids (hens did pick the longest straw when it came to reproduction duties - "Thou shalt experience birth giving pain every days that the Lord giveth us")
The cats? (not kittens!) Exhausted after a day of chasing the hens, running away from the dogs and ignoring the little Jackeens.
The dogs? Springer Spaniels... Shall I say more? No, I thought so.
Raheny Eye? Well fed, well wined, well cheesed, well tired by the stove, heading to bed real soon.

Have a nice weekend everyone!


(Bleedin' French keyboards... why do they have to do everything differently?!)

Belmullet cloud
Reflected sunset cousins with Uncle Martin