A lovely, busy weekend: many trad. sessions and a little rugby and a fabulous sunshiney brunch & walk (thanks, D&A) and a couple of days catch-up with a friend who came bearing the best oatmeal cookies ever (thanks, T). And books finished and more to read (I am going to be a total Basque nerd before long).
Moving plans are - well, moving along, slowly. Some hiccups, but that's as expected. Speaking of which, my coughey-sore throat is all grown up into a head cold. Little sigh.
Remnants of the festival folk sat in the square this afternoon; as I left, a single fiddle started up - an elegy for a great weekend of music.
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Snapshots from Orlaith Land
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