The world’s full of drama outside the windows. Wild wicked wind that howls as it whips the trees and sends the fountain water spewing sideways. 

It whistles, sings, with thunder occasionally rumbling to add some fierce. BW spots a woman walking one of the paths who holds her umbrella horizontally toward the water.

I think, however she aims it, it’ll not do much good out there.

From inside,  cozy, dry and warm, it’s a terrific show.

Our plan for the day is to burrow inside. 

I pay a visit to JK&G’s room to see the progress on Kat’s painting. She’s adding falcons!

I don’t know if my snap of the progress shows the beginnings of them—in white on the sky—but her greenery’s taking shape.

This is going to be fabulous when finished, as it already is.

Kat, Griffin and I go up to the boutique. Stairs! Joy for the boy.

Inside the lovely little shop, he makes friends with some ladies. And I spot a scarf boasting one of those gorgeous falcons. How can I walk away from that?

I don’t.

Why not have a nice, leisurely lunch while the rain lashes at the windows?

We have a table right by those windows, so have our show while we eat.

Griffin and I share an enormous toasted ham and cheese sandwich on a baguette. He is a serious fan, sits on my lap and chows down on the bites I break off for him. Even with his help—and he gave me plenty—I couldn’t finish it.

Nap time for the boy after a bit of a walk around. BW has his book, and I decide to take a couple of these stormy hours to write. I hit the point I wanted to hit, start to pack it up, and here comes Griffin, fresh from his nap. And with him, the sun.

We won’t waste it.

We gear up, and all head out to the walled garden. Griffin meets young Rory and Shane on the way, makes more pals. The air’s daisy fresh now, the wind quiet. The storm blew in some warm, so it’s a lovely walk to a lovely spot.

Kat and Jason scout around—the boy wants some gravel and dirt—and they set up our traditional pano.

It works, first take! Great fun for us.

We take the long way home in the warm and fresh, the quiet light. See Cullen as we go by the falconry school. They’re about to fly one of their ladies so she can hunt for her supper.

Fortunately we don’t have to hunt for our own. When our walk’s done, we head down for dinner. The fish I choose is as fresh as the evening.

BW and cap off the evening streaming The Quiet Man. 

Soft and quiet to start the morning. Misty and calm, all grays and greens. With my workout done, the boy having his post-breakfast nap—after a quick visit to climb our stairs—the wind kicks up again.

We plan to go out, see more of the area, but we’ll wait for Griffin to rouse, and hopefully, the day to settle down a bit.

Nora