Look who made supper last night?We left quite early for us (800 am) as there was a big lake to cross -(takes 4 hours) and it is not recommended when its windy. Beautifully calm. But it doesn’t last. Ken had to pee. We didn’t get rained on but it was cold. We had to use binoculars to find some of the buoys – you would run aground without the way markers. I hardly took any pictures on the lake as there was really nothing to see.Arrival in Lanesborough and Ballyleague. Separate towns in separate counties on either side of the river. I dropped a book off. First one of these libraries that I’ve seen with “easy” reads. I think us boat people drop them off.Ballyleague is promoting beautification and ecological sustainability. They’ve set up an easel for artists to use for painting. No clue what this is supposed to represent.There was a curcular goose and duck pond. Strange orange knob on his beak. There was an escapee!Not sure what they mean by “semi-native” but off Peter and I go on another hike. The pink caught my eye. How cute is this little fairy door!I got turned around on this trail but Peter knew where we were and a lovely couple and their dog Lady pointed us in the right direction.Terminator Squirrel. Not sure this is appropriate for a children’s playground.Ken had ice cream yesterday and Peter didn’t, so Peter had to even the score.Our neighbour in the marina. Waiting for the laundry. Don’t tell Peter that Ken got another ice lolly.Ken thought this raffle for a Load of Turf was pretty funny and asked if they delivered to Canada. Sadly not. But the store owner gave Ken a chunk of turf. I don’t think we can bring it back but apparently it is “cooked” and there is nothing left alive. We could smell turf burning in Shannonbridge. We’ve now seen two big derelict power plants that used to generate power using peat. Waiting for our supper. Where is Chef Scott when you need him?For Mary Ann. Catholic.This was so sad. They lost their 4 year old son in January and their 7 year old in April. Was there some disease happening in 1959?Church of Ireland.As a forester, I should have taken the time to follow the tree trail.Oops. We have seen loads of boys in every village fishing. The River Shannon is a fishing mecca and it was good to see so many kids outside instead of on their screens. And by themselves too, quite often. We noticed tha in England, too – lots of outdoor play, like when Ken and I were growing up (be in when the streetlights came on).
