It's finally stopped raining and we have had a week of dry weather and very hard frosts. Living in the countryside next to the sea I know that the rain always follows the frost.
It's been too cold to garden and the ground is frozen in places so I have had three walks this week. A three miles, a four miles and a 6 miles walk. That's 13 miles in total.
I took my hiking stick to help me walk up the hills and to stop me falling on any icy or slippy parts of the journey. It's a mixture of hill, rock, peat, grass, rock and tarmac.
Here's some pictures:
Frost on boulders that probably fell during the last ice age. This was taken at one o'clock in the afternoon.
Over the hills and along the old cart tracks. The vegetation looks very bleak and brown and yellow at this time of year. I listened to Kansas on Spotify. What a soundtrack to accompany me on my walk. Did I ever tell you that I finally got to see Kansas in 2014? Please God I will get to see them again soon.
Dunmanus Bay glistening in the sun. I remember walking this track with my dad when I was a teenager. Ireland is such a beauty of a country.
I slipped on some frozen black ice coming back down a tarmac boreen down on to the Northside. Thankfully my hiking stick saved me from any injury. It's always worth taking a stick with you when you are walking on the peaty hills and the roads that might be full of black ice.
It was a a good week to get back into the walking after all the Christmas celebrations. Well food and drink anyway. The rain comes back on Monday. It always follows the frost. I will have to try on my new "rainy day" waterproofs and still go walking. I mustn't forget my trusty hiking stick.