Derry Day

This morning, after walking Paddy at the golf course, I loaded up the car with an unreasonable number of bags then we headed north. First stop the O'Dwyers' lovely Victorian home for tea, our hosts as gracious as ever. Then I dropped mom off for more tea with Mary while I took Paddy to a park for a run, then collected mom and we headed north. Mary remains in good spirits despite having very painful spells due to weakened vertebrae.

We arrive in Creeslough, the sun is warming the lovely sunroom, so mom reads Toast while I unpack the car, make beds, make dinner. Beetroot and goat’s cheese tart and slab of wholemeal bread from Camphill. Mom looking out the sunroom doors:

The constantly changing light is part of the allure of Donegal. The reflection on the water can be anywhere from gunmetal gray to mercury to turquoise to navy. The view from the kitchen table:

The view changes constantly as the tide flows in and out.

Oct. 1