Little Dancers

It's wet, it's wild but these pale pink fuchsias are just about hanging on in there!

A lazy sunday after a brilliant gig by Christy Moore last night. He gave it his all - just over two hours non-stop, sweat flying, passion bouncing off the walls and his fantastic mellow voice. We listened in awe as he sang unaccompanied about two drowned sailorsand joined in lustily with Lissdoonvara. He was accompanied by the gentle presence of Declan Sinott, a maestro on the guitar.

Tonight, providing the rain doesn't become Biblical, we shall venture out to watch Gone Girl. I wasn't that wild about the book and actually think it would make a better film. The reviews have been good.