This is our backyard, so to speak. There are always ducks, and almost always geese, and somebody fishing for catfish.
Looking toward the Fish Whistle, which serves excellent food and drink, and where many a craft is anchored.
A 17th C estate across the Chester from the dock.
The Customs House, our office base, from our corner. Below is the dock and the river.
The wrong side of the town's tracks.
6 comments:
Dorothy, I think you're not in Manhatten any more!
Yeah.
Which can leave me kind of depressed sometimes.
Have been meeting locals via da List. They confirm in ALL CAPS a lot of the impressions I've formed about the place.
Love, C.
Take it for what it is, I guess. Looks awfully pretty.
I just spent the evening in Geraghty's pub singing along with Pat, Mick, Tom, and unidentified female who sat in. The craic was mighty, especially when fueled by two pints of Guinness and a Jameson and water.
Grand, you two! You enjoy your annual stay so much, and that allows we readers to enjoy it with you.
Love, C
We had a great time today backroading in North Mayo. And the stars...
We went to session tonight. It was all trad, except that the they broke into two Hank Wms songs!
We have visible stars here too, on the Chester River, she whines, plaintively. :)
Love, C.
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