Running in Rossmackowen

Before we even left Dublin, the weekend was Orlagh-themed.


Richard, Mary, Orlagh, Mal.


Cathal and Niamh.


Neil Jordan's house is tiny, isn't it?


I'd say Ned keeps beds in his shed. Or heads.


Eff the new apartment, I'm buying this baby instead.


Now, this is a beach on Bere Island somewhere. All questions on a postcard to Orlagh the Bank, Rossmackowen.


Mal pretended to be a rock.


And so did I.


I did this one specially for Orlagh. Sure we had a great laugh at this.


Lichin. If that's how you spell it.


Orlagh turned into Narcissis and we had a terrible time getting her home.


Windy fence.


Our chariot awaiting.


The sisters Harrington.


Fionn and Orlagh the Bank.


"Go away lambs"


Out for a walk.