It's the start of the slurry spreading season here in West Cork.
Some rooks waiting on the electricity wires.
One of the old empty dwellings that I told you about last week.
We noticed this wonderful dry-stone wall bridge. It carries a private road and the stream drains into the bay. My dad use to catch eels in it when he was young. The bridge made me think of "Billy Goat Gruff" and the troll that lived under the bridge.
Pussy willow starting to bud. I told you Spring was on it's way.