August is in and the days are rolling by, Bob is astounding everyone with his determination to reach his 14th birthday. It helps that he avoids exercise, seeks the coolest place in the garden or house and ignores those visitors who have a high energy output.
We abandoned him last night to have a rare night out. We packed a picnic, rug, fold up seats and went to Tullynally Castle located just outside of Castlepollard. The aim of the evening was to be entertained by a Sherlock Holmes who dun it play. And entertained we were. So much so that few photos were taken. The evening was balmy, warm and not too sunny, perfect for eating and relaxing. The play was fast paced, funny and well supported by the enthusiastic munching audience.
Irish heatwaves are a rare thing, but 8 weeks into extremely sticky heat and we are experiencing problems. For me and the four dogs, training now takes place at unlikely hours or at unlikely venues. We try to vary it as much as possible. Most days they are each given a task to do and so trained individually but then if the two-legged handler sleeps late, training takes place in the river. The dogs love this but I don’t as I generally end up the wettest of the lot.
Ellie is on the left on the last photo in the slides she prefers to stand on the bank and manage the recovery – this collie only gets wet as the last resort.
It was hot. We were hot and sticky so a trip to the beach was suggested and agreed upon.
Unfortunately, we were not alone. There was standing room only at the nearest beach to us and half of the county. However, we did get to see some amazing Sand sculptures. Let’s hear what you think of these,
I have copies of my latest story, available for those of you who follow this blog and would like to read it in exchange for a review. To obtain a copy simply email me at; firstname.lastname@example.org
This book has been structurally edited, edited and proofread so it will be interesting to receive some feedback about it. It is set in County Cork and though both characters are from completely different backgrounds, Mark is a city lover, Anne is a country lover, they are attracted to each other, but his belief he should sell his family home which was recently inherited sparks a challenge in Ann; to prove to him that he would be better off keeping the farm and house. Who will win or who will compromise?
These are the questions being asked by those about me, and the answers are mixed. Some from Bob and some from me. I bet you can guess who answered what..
What if the sun burns itself out?
His next in command, the moon, will take over and our lives will be mellower.
What if it doesn’t rain before September?
Irish people will become even more disgruntled and focused on the weather? Nothing new there. Their 4 legged tail wagging friends will wallow in the shade and be content with early morning walks in the woods.
What if Breeze the ogre moves out of the wood in search of water?
We are never happy. We, meaning Irish people, moan and groan about the weather constantly. It is always a hot topic. None more so than today, after suffering through, snow, ice and the country coming to a stop in March we are now meeting the blissful sight of sunshine, every morning.
But with temperatures tipping 32 degrees we are simply melting in the heat. Icecream sales have rocketed. Not so good is the fate of farmers who struggle with water shortages for their animals. A peat bog some distance from us has been burning for the past two days, an unheard of event.
Some of us who invested in rainwater harvesting tanks and systems are trying hard not to be smug about the large tanks of rainwater we have at our disposal.
But the question is, why isn’t everyone thinking of collecting what falls from the sky in abundance during most of the year.
Bob is the only one who snores on blissfully ignorant of all the dilemmas and debates going on around him. He continues to trundle about the house and garden, nabbing the few strawberries and raspberries that dare to ripen within his reach. He is truly the main wonder of our world as he defies all vets prognosis and greets us each day with a smile on his face, a twinkle in his eyes and a wagging tail.
With little time for writing these days, I have been editing or working with editors (to be more truthful). Love Struck, is a contemporary romance story. While the book is being edited and structurally worked on, my friend Constantinos Karentzos has been busy.
No need for me to wear a clown suit in this weather.
We can’t believe it. Irish people are now melting. We are starting to moan about the weather being too hot!
Ironic isn’t it?
The best news for everyone in this house is that one of our local filling stations has been declared, best supplier of tastiest icecream’s in Meath.
Only trouble is they don’t last long enough to be photographed, maybe next time I will stop eating one long enough to take a picture. In the meantime, there is always Bob, who is still checking out the strawberries, (still green) though in this photo it was a bee!