Wild Sea Thyme

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, 
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, 
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

I didn't know it could grow quite so profusely on a bit of rock hammered by sea spray and the wind. This is growing just under the windswept tree  and caught my eye as I had a bracing late afternoon swim - it was blowing a hoolie! Easy to swim out, not so easy to battle your way back in again. And there are one or two jellies in evidence now.

Another excellent talk at the Bantry Literary Festival - this time Sarah Moss were interviewed about her book: Ghost Wall . It's a very short book and I romped through it wanting to know the ending, now I shall revisit it at a slower pace for hearing her discuss it, there were so many levels and so many issues going on from Iron Age rituals to Brexit to toxic masculinity to liminal spaces and feminism! Something for everyone! It's a good story too. She came across very well - erudite but with a mischievous sense of humour and a good understanding of self. Himself too enjoyed his writing course and was pleasantly surprised to find that he was rather good at it.

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