The young lad sat down at the front is about twelve or thirteen at the time. He will be twenty in February.
That's the beauty of taking photos and writing blogs. You chronicle your time living in the countryside next to the sea.
The pile of stones is the stone cairn I blogged about in October. My grandmother use to tell us that if we placed a stone on top of it we will always come back. How true and prophetic.
We will have been here twenty years next July. Where does the time go?
I often think of my dad and his brothers walking to Sunday school in Durrus and walking over the hill where we walk and how they looked at the same view across the bay and over to Beara. Not forgetting my grandfather and his father's father digging for turf and placing it in baskets and donkeys carrying it back to the homestead.
That's what we are I guess? Figures in the landscape.