But we did do it, three of us arrived at the Whitty stressed, tired, recovering from the lurgy. Pouring rain, snow. Why bother? Just a short one or straight to the pub even??
Then a slither of moon, appeared above the clouds and the rain stopped. Not so bad after all. Along the foot paths to Caseytown and on to Down House. Lots of lovely stuff here. Granite rollers, gateposts, plumbing parts, old baths and toilets etc. Then on, weaving our way through the furze bushes to find the lane to Fullamoor and the footpaths back. Over the first of many stiles, all shapes and sizes, most built for longer legs than ours. Some were leapt over with style others less so!
A lovely old tree root was a pleasant perch for coffee and we all agreed we were glad we came. Even after the triple B…hill back up to Whitchurch and the pub. It was better than falling asleep in front of the tele.
That’s Why!!
Stella