Forgetting Dates

I wandered across to Tara again to clean up a grave for an event that's happening soon enough... and on the way home I stopped off in Drogheda for a coffee and down to Mornington to watch the birds come in to share the sands...

I have always been bad at dates to the extent that for years I wasn't even sure of the year I was born. Remembering birthdays is a nightmare but I now at least remember my kids and grand kids birthdays....more or less... It sometimes gets me in trouble with those who who don't know me....just saying