There was a ladybird in the Christmas tree. I wonder what that means? ;)
Scallopped potatoes, ohhhhh, fattening...
Christmas morning, cold, clear and sunny, out my window. Photo doesn't show how bright the sky was.
The swans down the harbour used to just hang back in a group. Now they get right in your face, looking menacing. Whether you've bread or not. And the kids can't really get out of the car on their own... it's sad, really! And the seagulls are crazy. When you thow bread up in the air they flap madly en flock right by your head and catch it. That's cool. But hard to photograph. Especially trying to avoid standing in swan shit.
Bray Head. See all the stones? When I was a kid, there was sand, and the beach was about ten feet lower down. They poured them all in.
Dalkey Island and Howth Head in the other direction.
Snowy mountains, just about visible.
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