blethering blissfully in Belfast

i'm wandering north to Haystack

hugging the coast 

[and this morning discovered to my joy that i had miscounted the days and have an extra one up my sleeve]

last night i stayed at a slightly dodgy hostelry

[the sort that might feature in Psycho III]

it's been raining paws all day

but

thanks to the Dogs Above

 stopped just as i decided enough was enough

tonight i have this outside my window

when i saw the field

i thought i had gone to heaven

[without even dyeing]

so many dye plants in one small patch

i'll spare you the binary nomenclature for once

and just give a quick list

queen anne's lace

jewel weed

golden rod

wild strawberry

rocket

at least three sorts of asters

dock

raspberry

and then at the edge and even down to the sea

oak

apple

maples

wild roses

and by the sea 

an abundance of seaweeds

[and very fine rocks]

in the morning i may do some gathering

if the breeze picks up there should be some nice windfall

i could live quite happily in this wee house

within earshot of the bell ringing on the buoy

which is the tiny dot on the horizon

in the picture below

on my journey i even found reading material

which is about a woman writing a novel

about the things that she knows

this is funny

in England last week

i decided to revisit the novel that i had euthanised

earlier this year

maybe i'll find some tips