My mother's brother was in the British Navy during the Second World War. He worked on the mine sweepers clearing the German mines surrounding neutral Ireland. Ironically my father was growing up just a stones throw on my grandparents farm. In 1958 my father married my mother who's brother was mine sweeping Bantry Bay during the war. Isn't it a small world?
Why did old people use to say that to you? Or why did your mum say:
"What's that on your face?"
Then she would spit on a paper handkerchief that had turned into a cross between sandpaper and and a Brillo pad nay road sweeper. Which she would then to proceed to rub your cheek like an industrial sander. Whilst at the same time having a conversation with one of the neighbours - happy days!
An old overgrown lake. Years ago my ancestors dug peat ("turf") from here and carried it back down to the farm in baskets tied to donkeys. You can see Dunmanus Bay in the distance.
It was a good walk and my legs ached a bit. I will post a blog of another one of my walks some time. Are you going for a walk this weekend or over Christmas?