Got up late on account of the rain and greyness of the morning... read and took it easy all morning, fussed with too-wet soil a bit then gussied up for town in the afternoon (finally met the neighbors, nearest, who gave us a lift). My phone won't take an Irish sim card, bah, but it picks up network fine - I need to ask ATT again about international roaming, because cheapest phone the could offer me here is 50E plus whatever operational costs. So anyway. The library is a cute little thing and the post office is always busy. I like this town alright.
Had an early dinner at a Chinese place that Beryl really loves. Something to understand bout this woman is that she is self-described plain-vanilla kind of person. Do you understand? It was ok, but you follow me, right?
Home for more fussing with the aforementioned soil and picking nettles for soup. The evening was gorgeous with mixed clouds and haze laminating the sunset.
Then in to Crockett's on the Quay for a traditional Irish music session, which finally actually happened, and it was a sweet little place to sit and chat and listen and have a scotch and watch the folks.
Home late - and up early tomorrow for the farmers market.
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