The cold is here in Ireland, along with most of North West Europe, but so far we have had only a flurry of snow.
Today RD had an appointment and I was here with the puppies, meaning we walked down to the beach alone. Well apart from the little Jack Russell, who I have nicknamed Fannie Annie, who has decided that she wants to walk with us most days. Wiglet tried to bite her initially, as is normal for our insecure little dog, but Fannie Annie was far too fast for her and in the end our little fat-arsed Oompa Loompa gave up and called a truce.
There is nothing like walking in the biting wind, the kind that stings your face, to wake you up and invigorate you.
Nature really is a fabulous thing.
When we arrived on the beach the tide was out, and I found myself surrounded by stark winter colours everywhere.
With the dunes taking the brunt of the wind the beach felt calm and the sun was warm on my back, a timely reminder that despite this cold Spring is on its way.
I count my blessings every day.
Rosie
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You seem to have discovered a way to live life from the “outside in.” You take in the lavender sky and the wind and the sun and the waves, and they are somehow inside you – whence you can explain them to us, thank you! Rather amazing.
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Those pics make me feel like I’m inside “The French Lieutenant’s Woman.”
So blustery and romantic!
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Thank you, they inspire me so much, and from what people have said they are loving the photos. Trust me, they don’t do it justice. ❤️
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Thank you so much Ellen, I really feel as if I am home, and perhaps that is why I am able to relate to everything around me. ❤️
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Invigorating. Best positive word for the wind and storms in Donegal. I grew up there. I love being out in a storm,
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Welcome to my blog. We love it here, my relatives in Tipperary think ‘Why Donegal?’ But we wanted the weather, in all its guises. ❤️❤️
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