Home along the ridge, on the horns of a dilemma, tomb with a view, lunch at Finn McCool’s.
A familiar face recognised, loughs and lookouts. Signs and signals from the past.
Walking a familiar trail, noticing things missed before, re-visiting an idyllic spot, light at end of the world.
A change of plan, in and out of the clouds, midges for lunch, losing a familiar trail
Touched by a rainbow. Slipping and sliding. A giant’s seat.
Walking home and rediscovering familiar trails. Being thankful for where I live
Steeply up, gently down, looking across two bays, a lough, boreens, a cilleen and a quay.