This was taken the other evening down by the footbridge at the end of the boreen. The bridge I spoke of before here, over 100 years old, and incredibly beautiful, covered in lichen and moss.
The water is clear, and there is only the sound of water rushing over the stones, the baby lambs in the field and the reeds rustling. This is where we go, our boys and girl, on foot or on our bicycles.
It’s like another world.
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