I can't for the life of me hazard a guess as to what the dominant wind is on this plateau...
Mrs Raheny was in Kilkenny.
Finn was courting in Dun Laoghaire.
Mimi was balleting.
And Luca was hunting for a 50s style hat in town.
So I headed to the Devil's Glen.
I am confident that our trajectories will intersect again at some stage today, most likely around feeding time, most likely not around cleaning up time.