We went round the road around the hill to Durrus this morning. We stopped on the way outside the old blacksmiths forge. This is no longer in use. Such a shame.
I think buildings have human like faces. This one looks sad and lonely. If it's walls could speak.
Storm clouds gathering over Dunmanus Bay. The West of Ireland is supposed to be getting another crack of the whip/tailend of Abigail tonight. You never get use to the Atlantic gales. It's gale season here from November to March.