These Boots Were Made For Walking

I woke up at 09h00 which when you went to sleep at 03h00 really ain't enough sleep, very tired and then for reasons unknown we launched into a massive house cleaning session, the hoover hurt my head but at least the White Cottage looks spiffy - there seem to be random checks of the houses and being criticised for sloppy domestic habits in your mid-thirties is a little disconcerting so we're trying to maintain some sort of a standard..................

Later in the day when my head - and my housemates who'd been at The Blackbird too - had stopped pounding (I've a new affiliation with my yeast bread from last week after it was kneaded and chucked about the work surface for a few hours), we headed to Ballycotton (taking a wide angle around The Blackbird) to do the Cliff Walk and it's so beautiful, can't wait to do it again. It's about 4 miles in total, along the coastline above Ballycotton, with small side paths leading down to little beach coves, cows on your right, the Atlantic on your left and a whole lot of green grass in between. The sun was out, it wasn't too arctic, I must have walked off at least some of last night's dinner - all in all, a good day out! Look at my fab boots, birthday present from your man just before I left for Ireland, I've worn them every day, because a.) I miss him, b.) they're so warm, and c.) properly comfortable.

New boots!





Ballycotton Cliff Walk



Blackberry snacks en route.............