Well, the rain was steady all night, and a fog settled in strong. This
morning we prayed Morning Prayer walking up through Clarey Hill, a
misty stretch of blueberry fields lined with old rock walls. It felt
like Ireland, and Sean played the tinwhistle nicely to add the effect
(I've been teaching him the tune "Dunmore Lassies" and he is learning
fast!). We could barely see 30 yards in this Irish Mist. Grand...
grand it was!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
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3 comments:
it looks like the beginning of a dinosaur movie!its cool.
yea sean remember on the way back from jersy you were singin dunmore lassies
ya lol but none of u knew it for anything, trav thought it was a rock song
-Sean
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