Stretch the legs, crack a skull

No long journey to Nana's would be complete without the compulsory stop at the halfway point, the pit stop on the Mighty Shannon at Tarmonbarry.
To give the kids a break from the confined space of the car, I usually let them run in the confined space of an empty swimming pool.
They throw rocks at each other and have a great laugh.
Finn(zy-Bob) discovered this exhilarating activity today for the first time and took to it like a dehydrated duck to chilled mineral water.
Mrs Raheny is the only one who fails to see the therapeutic dimension of the sport.
Meanwhile I sipped on a well-earned cup of mold tea (I'll have to remember to wash the flask straight after each trip, rather 3 minutes before the start of each new one...)

The quote of the day goes to Luca:
I love Nana's house. Nana's house is the best house to rent.