Bargain Browsing Cows At The Carboot Sale.

 We packed the van the night before with my self propagated perennials and a few gardening books:

Osteospermums, Shasta Daisies, Loosestrife, Cranesbill Geraniums, Stonecrop Sedums..

We saw some Whitehead cows looking over a gate and looking at the pretty flowers and I heard two cows talking:

"I'll have some of dem flowers when I gets married."

"Are ye a virgin Irene?"

"Not yet Daisy".

Cows looking at the car boot wares

Plants and books all neatly arranged by J.

We  got our pitch fee back by seven.  Then we sold an odd few plants .  I always knock ten bob off if they buy a few.  

One man said he had just renovated a property to rent out and wanted my plants to make the garden look good for his tenants.  I did him a good deal for fifty Euros and I gave him a few extra plants for free.

We took turns to go walk abouts and have a look round.  J came back with two stainless steel dog bowls which cost her 2 Euros each.

We made eighty Euros and had lots of chats with very amiable people.  Its so much better than being at home and not seeing a soul.

I bought eight cans of Carlsberg and watched England do a Man United in 1999 and complete the Great Escape. The equalizer was amazing.  I can't see them beating Switzerland though.  I think it's France or Spain or Portugal or perhaps England to win the Euros? Don't be silly Dave.

Bronte and Me Go A Walk On Yet Another Greenway.

 On Saturday morning we drove to Fenit in county Kerry.  

Regular readers will remember we visited the brand new Greenway two years ago.  Ireland is spending millions  repurposing so many of it's old railway lines.  

Yes railway lines with spectacular sea views and paid for by  by the English and built by the Irish navvies and so many Irish caught the train to the ferry and on to Blighty. 

The tracks have been removed and tarmac has been laid instead.  

The routes are suitable for runners, cyclists, walkers, horse riders ( I suppose?) and dogs like Bronte.  

The Greenways are not  hilly and boggy like the Sheepshead  Way where I live.  There are toilets, shops, bicycle hire, accommodation and you even get to meet people.  

I can go walks where I live and I probably won't  see anyone most times.

The Limerick Greenway  which is not not far from Fenit. Even provides a regular  bus service for you and your bike, to get back to where you started if you want, or to your next destination.

J dropped Bronte and yours truly off at Causeway and we got on to the repurposed railway line and arranged to meet her in Fenit.  It was a typical Irish mizzle morning: "It's that rain that gets you wet" I thought to myself.

Bronte was delighted to going a stroll.  So was I a part from it raining.  A lady cyclist rode past and Bronte happily barked at all the excitement.  The cyclist smiled and said: "Your dog is happy and excited to be going a walk".  We both laughed.

I only saw two more walkers and half a dozen cyclists.  Here's some photos of our four mile walk in the rain:

Old branch station house.  It would make a good bunk house for walkers or maybe a snack shop?

Flat tarmac all the way.

Bronte's tail.   She set off in a gallop.

Cows in the distance lay down keeping the pasture beneath them dry.

Bronte next to the Rugosa rose.

Daisies.

Bronte next to the Valerian flowers.

Old railway arch.

Fenit Lighthouse.  St Brendan the Navigator lived near here.  He sailed from here in a cow hide boat and discovered America before Columbus did.

Beach. I found twenty Euros here last time I walked along the beach.

Fenit Harbour.  

The Jeanie Johnston use to sail from here with thousand of Irish emigrants escaping famine and unemployment and carrying cargo to America and Canada and England and  Australia and other over seas countries.  

Apparently the Irish diaspora in the world is said to be 90 million.  

In 2000 a replica was made of this boat.  This is in Dublin.  You can visit it and see how the emigrants lived.

Footbridge.

Bridge House.  It has been converted into five self catering cottages.

Fenit old railway station.

Old railway signal.

Sonebody owns a polytunnel just like someone who writes these posts. 

West End Bar.  It serves food, drink and does B and B.

Hope you enjoyed Bronte and my walk? We did.  My next post will be about us car booting again.