Wandering Again

The first of June and chimneys smoking in every direction. It's the worst June bank holiday, weather wise, in living memory. You have to feel sorry for those whose livelihoods are pinned on the few short summer months. I passed by a carnival that resembled a scene from a horror movie... Empty, garish without people and rain soaked like a winters day..... The storm clouds moved on but only when it seemed everybody had settled in for the night in front of log or turf fires.......just saying

The Homes Of Donegal