Driving up through Galway and stopping for occasional photo stops. Doesn't this just look like a jigsaw picture?











We got to Roundstone and stopped, Himself had an ice cream. I found a couple of postcards, which I wrote and sent quickly, as they might have come home with me otherwise!













Peering over the edge at the harbour, there was a jellyfish lurking.. I think it may have been a 'compass' jellyfish. Pretty, but I am glad I was not too near!

Can you spot it? Of course!

We parked near a B and B, with a quirky name- Put me in mind of someone...



The next day we went to the Burren.

                                                                                   



And saw Dunguaire Castle, again, it looks chocolate boxy, and pretty little villages. We also went looking for the Burren Smokehouse. We knew where it was, as in, we knew which town. But. Yes, big BUT. when you get to the town they stop signposting for the smoke house?? We drove through the town one way. We turned around and drove through the other way. We turned up a side road. And turned around and decided, whatever the smokehouse has, we aren't going to get there! so let us wend our way on. And there, like the garden in Alice through the looking glass, the smokehouse is right in front of us, because we have stopped looking!

Ok we bought some bits.. food- cheese, smoked salmon, you know, ordinary type stuff... ish..

And back to Galway. For the dancing. Ok you can have enough of Morris dancers. but here are some pictures just in case you like seeing Morris dancers.. Not obliged to look!

                                    one of the musicians

 They get dangerous with those things! Two long sticks each..

And the one legged Morris men at the front there

And the hen parties wanted their photos taken with the side, 

 And if you ever get dragged into a Morris dance - see that lass with the stripey jumper - She has no idea...




that the dance is going to end like

...

THIS!

Fresh sewing day

It seems I had very little sewing in March. Now why would that be?

Oh yes, because my sewing machine misbehaved and had to go back to the repair man. Again. She is a dream, and I do love her, but twice? And for a fault that they say doesn't often happen? each time- two different faults that do not often happen?

Oh well, she is back now, and I can sew again.

So, all I can show for March is

 this cloak for 'Brian the Lion'



















and a small Easter egg substitute, for DD2

but why not jump on the band wagon, and join up with Lynne for Fresh sewing day, again.

What did you manage in March?

Breaking news, cat uses litter tray!

 Instead of an Easter egg, DD2 requested a home made purse. Her present purse has a clip, and tends to open randomly and spill its contents. So a zip top version was preferred, and duly produced. Not brilliant, but it functions.

Little pockets made putting the zip in rather more awkward, but I trust it is going to be secure enough for purpose.










I have been procrastinating. I have had the makings for ages, but have only just got round to making the cloak requested for ' Brian the Lion'



Morris sides generally have a 'fool' and sometimes they also have an animal, to interact with any audience they may encounter. Thelwall recently decided to resurrect their animal and so the lion came back into play. Someone else has made the head, and I was volunteered to do the cloak.

That fur fabric is really thick and heavy and a pig to sew. It takes only those stitches it wants to, meaning seams have to be sewn several times. It is very heavy, which means it is as difficult to manhandle as a big quilt. And, of course, I now have a house full of fluff!








Maroon, blue and gold are the  Thelwall colours, so I have picked those up on the collar. That lion will be very cosy!





My DH has also been volunteered to join in with 'pace egging' He was given the part of the 'Black Knight'. This involved, dressing in black and blacking up.

He gets killed and, officially, carried off. I do not think there were any volunteers to carry this particular black knight off.
So, they decided to use a stretcher. Two poles and a blanket, and roll the dead knight on, pick up the poles and leave the scene. Leaving behind, one black knight, on blanket.

Black knight, looks up, says, 'oh, s%$*&' and gets up, picking up blanket and 'hiding' behind it, and shuffles off sideways. Mission accomplished.






Those of a delicate disposition, look away now!


Litter tray news!  We are using it!


  Ok, so that shouldn't be a surprise. But Genny is getting old. And for a few ( most) years she has declined use of litter tray, preferring to go outside. We have kept the litter tray going, for cold weather, and her getting caught short, but she has not bothered. Then recently she has apparently decided not to get her bottom cold. But to go indoors. In the kitchen. Leaving a most unpleasant aroma. Not in the tray, but just in a corner. Not nice.

So, I eventually twigged, and moved the litter tray to where she goes. Not my preferred position, but HER preferred position. And she is using it. Of course, this means I will have to clean it out more often, but if it saves the smells...