It is very dark and violent in the bog tonight. The wind has howled for a couple of hours, occasionally rattling the bottom half of the half-door so forcefully that it sounds like someone is just outside, knocking with an urgent request to come in from the storm! Eoin was pretty frightened by the wind, rain and knocking but after I read an extra couple of chapters of Redwall by Brian Jacques to him, a book we’ve been at for about a week now, he became relaxed and tired enough to fall asleep. Now his ‘brave’ mom has taken the situation in hand and opened the bottle of Bunratty Mead bought in a Ballyvaughan gift shop in anticipation of a night like this! Each rattling knock at the door is followed with a sip of steamy, hot mead – and a request to the bog fairies that the electricity keeps working, because I don’t think even the mead will help if the lights go out!
I have no photograph to go with this night or my eerie little tale, so I will go to the other extreme and post a photo I took today in the Ladies’ Room of the fantastic Magnetic Music Café in Doolin, which by the way, not only has a funny sign in its Ladies’, but serves the best rhubarb crumble I’ve every tasted! I could use a bit of a laugh at the moment anyway…
It pays to keep a camera in your purse at all times!
Blogging from the Bog 
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July 16, 2011 at 6:13 pm
Kate
You have to love that Irish Honesty….
July 16, 2011 at 6:24 pm
bloggingfromthebog
I love the, “Thanks a mill” at the end. 🙂
July 16, 2011 at 8:31 pm
Declan
hope you don’t have a sore head in the morning
July 17, 2011 at 2:40 am
bloggingfromthebog
The 9 year-old alarm clock is the only thing giving me a headache (I only had the one mug of the mead)!
July 16, 2011 at 9:28 pm
lifeonthecutoff
Ah, the wonder and words that can be captured forever with a camera close at hand. Love it. I hope the Bunratty Mead helped, Janet, and the wind did not keep you up too late. Here’s hoping the storms have lifted by the time you read this.
July 17, 2011 at 2:54 am
bloggingfromthebog
I think the mead made the evening more pleasant anyway! The wind stayed through the night and is still here this morning, accompanied by a misty rain. The door is not rattling though, the wind must have shifted directions. It’s bad timing because this is the weekend of the Kilkee Maritime Festival and I’m sure it didn’t bring in nearly the number of people it would have with the gorgeous weather we had last weekend. The weather kept us away, though I’m sure the locals were less apt to let rain and wind keep them away.
July 17, 2011 at 12:39 pm
Cindy
That’s a hilarious picture!! A dark and stormy night in the bog…that definitely sounds like the opening of a novel ; ) Apple-rhubarb crumble…mummm!
July 17, 2011 at 4:18 pm
bloggingfromthebog
Cindy, last night I felt like I WAS in the beginning of a novel, Wuthering Heights!
July 24, 2011 at 5:02 pm
bloggingfromthebog
Actually, that was a typo on my part – no apple, just rhubarb crumble, which is probably why I like it so much!