The end of the aggies

They've been wonderful this year, bright and beautiful, but are now flopping and drooping; still bee bright.
Eugene the car went in for a service this morning just in case he shortly gets stuck in Dublin airport for longer than anticipated! Then I had a nice coffee and catch up with TJ.
A swim this afternoon and we both emerged from the water feeling as though we might have been slightly stung. I felt as though something had irritated my skin all over and was pondering on it, when Himself emerged pondering the same thing.  We didn't notice anything in the water. Odd. 
And it's the end of an era. The red boat in Kitchen Cove has finally moved and is going elsewhere.  Here it is being dried out and in preparation for its new home. I shall miss it.