In uniform...

...only the Barmy Army brothers...and only the wee fella is in regulation footwear...but to even get them thus synchronised, at their ages, was an achievement:-)

Oldest and youngest not a problem...it's the middle one that mounts the rebellions, and to be fair who can blame him he's an individual...that he certainly is;-) ...but as a control freak and a Mammy, I do like to see them dressed alike:-)

Our last run around the Inishowen beaches of Culdaff & Ballyliffin, after tidying and saying farewell to Terawee...with a wee coffee & carrot cake from Claire the Baker in Carndonagh.

A saunter down to the ferry with a stop at the big yellow 'M' in Derry...what can I say the army love the big yellow 'M' and it's cheap n' fairly cheerful:-/

A late crossing so beautiful sunsets from the North Channel as the sun dipped behind Ireland...and lovely views as we hugged the coast on the start of the drive home.

A drive that always fills me with trepidation...having let ALL the balls drop for a week...it's time to start picking them all up again and start juggling...but I alway's manage a staged start....at least it is another 11 days b4 the office calls again...another 11 days of adventure and no schedule:-)

Oh...and the Rooster's shorts were off by the time of our crossing and replaced with jeans;-)