A leisurely Friday afternoon here-- I'm keeping an eye on the laundry (Sam II, whom I'll post a picture of, is known to snatch it off the line) while Heidi is out on the bog looking for "man eating plants." Seriously. On our trek to Ceide fields, the neolithic farming site, the tour guide was giving us a quick overview of the plants found on the bog including daisies, buttercups, wild orchids, bog cotton and, two carnivorous plants that dine on midges. One of the old ladies on the tour mentioned that they used to use the plants to make a tonic to get rid of warts while another chimed in that they would go out in the morning and gather a dew covered snail and rub it on the warts and that was said to cure them. If it were up to me, I think I'd rather brave bathing in the extract of carnivorous plants than having a snail massage. Either way, I'm glad I don't have warts and have to try either of the aforementioned remedies. Ugh.
When the internet is working better (it's spotty right now which explains why this wasn't posted till much later than Friday afternoon) I'll post more pictures including more happy cows,the Blacksod lighthouse and harbour, and a sign that warns of an imperative reverse moment as we're calling them. There have been several times we've gone down a road that dead ends at a cliff and Heidi has to skillfully do a three point turn with a car that is difficult to get in reverse and sometimes wants to go into first gear instead-- which is why we've dubbed such occasions, "imperative reverse moments." The worst was yesterday when we drove down a rocky dirt road past St. Brendan's Church at Tiraun to see the Atlantic side of the area where we're staying. The road ends suddenly at the drop off to the beach which is about 20 feet down and where the wild sea beats against the rocky shore. It was breathtakingly beautiful but definitely an imperative reverse moment!
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