Leftover Day

I’ve learned one of the cultural distinctions here is that British Northern Irish refer to Boxing Day while Irish Northern Irish refer to St. Stephen’s Day. Being fairly food-focused, I think of it as Leftover Day.
Julie and I started our day on Fahan beach near Buncrana with Chippie and Beau, her dogs. It always makes me cold to see dogs swim in cold water but it bothers them not a bit. I don’t understand how a Weimaraner can handle it (seen in distance).

One of the things I loved about the beach was the wide variety of shells--two kinds of starfish, large oyster shells, crabs, auger, and queen scallop (according to wiki). There was also a seal bobbing up and down occasionally. And of course the constant probing of various profound topics with Julie. When she went off to university, her goal was to study what it means to be human. Imagine that at age 18. I learn so much from her--I often wish I were taking notes.
Julie went home to take a nap while I went for a walk along Queen’s Quay into town. I tried unsuccessfully to connect with Mrs. Walker’s daughter and granddaughter to see if a visit were in the cards.

It was a very cold day so I headed back to Julie’s, got very snuggly in bed, and read for a while. On my way back, I took this photo but didn’t achieve the effect I was after. The supports for the Peace Bridge in the distance resemble the masts, but it’s a bit tough to make them out.
Julie & I had leftovers then watched Quiet Passion, about Emily Dickinson’s unrequited search for love. Perfect BFF night.
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