Belmullet – Easter 2019

 

Beach bums

Daft

Even dafter (yes, it’s possible…)

Feeling inspired

Attempt at family photograph (failed)

Thank god for the fence, I was going to walk straight on…

 

Mad eedjit

Mad eedjit straight out of the water

Feeling observed (x2)

Sharp right bank

The odd one(s) out, who escaped the shearer’s shears

Mayo sunshine

High brow humour 

Fresh, so fresh, exciting!

Mountains goats

Placing them there for scale

Daft

Even dafter (yes, it’s possible…) 

After the match

Scavenging for a dinner 

Still scavenging for a dinner

Pure daft 

What is the Easter Bunny on?! 

“Give me your first book jacket look”

My daughter succumbing to pier pressure

SPF0.25 

 

Adolph Nana…

… the blood-thirsty, egomaniac conqueror.
I have told Luca about the many times Nana trashed Uncle Martin and I at Risk when we were young. He listened, but he did not truly believe me.
I have told him of how each new game ended in tears of frustration and bitter defeat, as we never managed to win a single game. It piqued his interest.
I have told him of how one winter Sunday afternoon, the game of Risk was binned by Nana, as both Uncle Martin and I were in tears yet one more time, and Nana declared that she was sick of this game, and that she loathed the military, and that she did not ask to rule the world. But couldn’t help it. Luca listened, but he thought that he had a winning chance.

He insisted that we should bring the board with us for the long weekend.

Nana trashed us.

But he did not cry. I am so proud of him.

More Fallmore

The wrath of a thousand rabid druids be upon that sacrilegious spaniel…

Snow-capped Achill

The warrior’s eternal rest

Chance of rain? Pretty high…

Four starlings

Blackrock in the distance

Imminent downpour

Crosses on Cross Strand

Oh Loard

 

 

Acrobatic scenery

 

Camouflage Nana

 

Solitary Mexican wave

 

An Fál Mór (Falmore)

First shower of the year

Somehow, I have a feeling that it may not be the last…

Claggan Island (Oileán Chloigeann), Belmullet, Co. Mayo 

Neighbours

The depth of the ocean

versus the height of the wellies.

The Atlantic won.

Again.

3-0

Again…

Quiet maritime musings. Not…

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Incisive comment

Kids…
They’re mostly made of teeth, aren’t they?

It was a high octane day. With lots of exercise, and walking, and running, and screaming, and jumping, and screeching, and leaping, and howling.

And air hockey suspense.

And delicious rib-eye steak.

And they will have a video to remember it all.

Thank you Nana!