Goodbye again, Liscannor, even though I can barely see the magnificent Moy House across the lovely bay while we are shrouded in mist. The cows have been gone for a long time now. I will miss my herd, especially Elsie, the Queen of the Castle.
So long to the Hills of Kerry that I only just discovered are visible from our house. But only in certain light. They look like a soft blue cloud formation on the distant horizon.
Mia, the chestnut mare, was only here a very short time. She has three white socks. Three is good luck Elaine told me. Not two. Not one. Not four. Must be three.
This will be the summer remembered by all as the summer that wasn’t. Way too often, it was bitterly cold and windy. The great deluge produced a pond in the little depression by our stone wall. Next, I expected to see baby fish, begging me to rescue them.
One ferocious night, during a storm of biblical proportions, the waves were crashing ceaselessly on our shore. The violent rain hammered our house and sent a tsunami of salt spray clear over our chimney. But then, one fine day, the bay did dazzle me. A giant sparkling pavé diamond spread seductively all the way from the sandy beach of Lahinch to the mighty Atlantic Ocean. What a spectacular sight.
Goodbye again, my precious Liscannor.
