Short workout, pack it all up—and we have a LOT of bags with the five of us. We drive out of Edinburgh in a steady rain. The forecast says we’ll land in the same.
A short flight, but a long process at the airport. Apparently this airport’s particularly finicky so we’re an hour delayed in take off.
Griffin’s thrilled to see his plane girlfriend. He loads on the charm and flirty smiles. I expect, with the weather, the flight will be pretty rough. I’m prepared to use the full power of my mind to keep us up.
And am more than pleasantly surprised when the hour’s flight proves pretty damn smooth.
I risk a glance out the window on our descent—I don’t like to remind myself I’m way up in the air—and there it is! Those stunning shades of green spread in patchwork fields, rich browns tossed in.
Editor note: Kat doesn’t mind looking out the windows.
Another surprise is the sun. It’s breezy, warm and bright in our part of Kerry, so we’ll take that gift.
The air smells gorgeous.
We rent a car, eventually pile in. And off we go for about an hour’s drive to our home for a week.
It’s a lovely drive, shining green under stacked clouds where the sun burns through here, then there. Hills rolling and rising, brown cows, white sheep.
Neat, pretty houses of creams and rose and pale yellows with flowers in the dooryards.
I’ve missed this.
We’re met on arrival, so welcoming, and our mountain of luggage taken care of while we all go out to the hotel’s patio, overlooking the river, for a light lunch.
It’s perfectly beautiful day, and the tea colored fall of water makes its music. Griffin’s fascinated with the little falls, and absolutely cheerful.
He travels better than his nana!
We have a spacious, thatched-roofed cottage here with a river view—and if we get more fine weather, our own patio where we can sit and enjoy.
It feels good to fully unpack, though I need to do a little organizing—but that can wait.
Let’s have some fun exploring the cottage—there’s a bedroom on the ground level where I can set up to work when the mood strikes. A pretty little kitchen should Kat and I have an urge to cook. Lots of room for Griffin to crawl around safely.
And outside the wide river, the green, green trees, the splashes of flowers.
Kat starts some laundry.
The baby takes a late nap—he earned it—but his mama has to get him up for dinner (and so he doesn’t wake at ten and decide it’s party time!)
We have a relaxed, casual meal with Jason and Kat taking turns walking Griffin around and about before the meal comes. He wants to sit with Nana again, and she’s fine with that. He eats like a champ, veggies, chicken, mashed potatoes.
I swear he ate more than I did.
Back home to put Griffin to bed, and the rest of us aren’t far behind him.
Woke to rain. Looks like a damp, breezy day. I’ll likely gear up and go out to walk a bit at some point. We’re thinking of going into Kenmare for shopping and lunch, so we’ll see.
Workout’s done. Kat, BW and Griffin are at breakfast.
Time to clean myself up, do some of that organizing.
It’s good, more than good, to be back in Ireland.
Meanwhile, back in the states an Unsupervised Cranky Publicist kidnapped Flat Nora from Turn the Page Bookstore and took her out on the town.
I obviously have time on my hands. ~L