Well, here I am exploring flickr. I love the geotagging! I went straight to Galway, Ireland, and found my great grandparent’s house, where my mother was born. (It’s the tall, skinny one). This is the view from the Claddagh across the end of the Corrib / the beginning of the bay.
Isn’t it pretty?
The swans are quite good sized, because people are always feeding them. And there’s a lovely heron, too, that walks up and down the Long Walk looking for handouts. Everyone calls him Birdie O’Heron (sounds like Bertie Ahearn). I’m going to try to find a picture of him next — but I don’t think I’m liable to succeed!
Enjoy the picture, everyone! I’m off to do other things now. But I’ll let you know if I find Birdie!