We have had spectacularly good weather the past few days, and it got to the stage where the little paddling pool just didn’t quite cut the mustard.

 So over the weekend we took off down the boreen to the river and footbridge for a swim (well, technically, I didn’t swim, just wandered around up to my knees spotting minnows and possible photo opportunities)

My beloved husband (long suffering, of course) brought down the pergola (with requisite bunting) and our dear friends brought a camping cooker and sausages…


We spent hours down there, and when it all got too much for her,

Wee One nursed and slept in my arms;

wandering back home as the sun was going down, all tired, wet and with bits of river moss in our hair.

Even the cows were sad to see us go…!