Summertime in Donegal II: Goats, Sheep, Cows, Windowsills and Islands

And goats, mountain goats, Billie goats and fatso sheep, orange sheep and the way they might look at you while clinging on to purple heather at the bottom of a mountain slope on a dangerous bend.

Cows on edges of beaches, pregnant cows outside our kitchen window, cows non-stop-chewing the hazy days away.

Islands and their stoney houses, statuesque and standing erect after years of abandonment. Islands that pop up at you while bare-footed on long stretches of sandy shores, winding your way from seaside edge to seaside edge, where there may, or may not be, howling winds at your back propelling you onwards or the wind in your face, the drifting sand getting up close and personal and right in the face, the expanse of blue sky, grey sky, white sky, rolling, rolling, rolling at dawn and mid-day, the background whorl of wind wailing, carrying us through a desert landscape. 

Window and window sills and reflections and dogs staring out from them alongside Childs of Prague statues, cobwebby and headless, and Bizzy Lizzy plants still going strong. Vegetarian dishes out of this world, glasses of Guinness, chats and banter and doors being opened and closed...

Photos here:  

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