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Thursday, April 14, 2011
Down on the Farm
I will catch up on all the blogs I'm missing out on very soon. Right now I am in West Cork, one of the most magical places on earth. One of my brothers has started an organic farm here with sheep and hens and he has re-introduced an old Irish breed of cattle called the Dexter. We look out over the oyster beds on Roaring Water Bay and as always I never want to leave this stunning spot.
It is just the sibs down here on a short break and we are having a whale of a time and the craic is 90.
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I had to look up the craic is 90 and now realize that the sibs are having a wonderful time.
ReplyDeleteOOOOh! Roaring Water Bay!!!
ReplyDeleteI can imagine it!
Enjoy, enjoy, WWW!
You know, I've been in Ireland 11 years and I've never heard the expression "the craic is ninety". Either it's obsolete or it's not wasted on us blow-ins. Has the craic ever been 100?
ReplyDeletePlease, what is a craic and why is it 90? Yes, had the craic ever been 100?
ReplyDeleteWelcome, WWW! I think I spotted you in the place as it flew over the midwest. Have a lovely break in beautiful Cork.
ReplyDeleteThe craic sound Mighty! I agree with you about West Cork. Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteLovely shot of a bit of the farm - how gloriously green!
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