Fog at Rinn

I was up bright and early due to a very drunk and lost wedding guest ringing our door bell at 7am. The poor guy had decided to hang on at the wedding reception in Lough Rinn until the bitter end. He declined a lift from his wife to their cottage which is about 1km down a narrow wooded laneway, half way between the hotel and our house.

Needless to say he missed his turn for the cottage and spent hours wandering, eventually turning up at our house shivering and incoherent. I brought him home and left him at the mercy of his wife.

There was a beautiful fog clinging to the lake, so might as well make the most of it. Later on driving down our road, I ran over his wallet, which I returned.

Moral of the story...when offered a lift, take it.