Well, the weekend went as planned, too much Chinese, not quite too many pints, a nice sleep in and a bumper day of shopping in Enniskillen, with a large Subway to tide us over til home. Monday morning, in the wee small hours, my indulgence with a rather large ‘garlic and basil’ flatbread (probably enough to feed four normal human beings) resulted in that awful, awful cramp that wakes you up at half five in the AM and says ‘you’re gonna puuuuuke!’ And so I did, with the intensity of a gale force wind. The result was a seriously laid back Monday, but one where we got a lot achieved. Benny got a hair gut (praise be!), we finally invested in a petrol lawnmower (the hover jobbie from last year refuses to turn on, and we’ve lost the receipt), and we bought a new clothes line and pegs. A spring outing if ever there was one.
That evening we went out to Dooney Rock, for a near religious experience of bright white sunlight setting through the tall stark trees, just starting to produce little floating collections of small fresh lime and mint coloured fluttering leaves. I stood at the edge of the lake, in the light rain, facing the cold strong white sun and let the line ‘lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore’ repeat in my mind. I couldn’t resist putting my hand into the water either, and letting the cold and calm work up through my body.
Today I returned to work all full of positivity, I worked hard all day, but I’m still energised this evening. Nice feeling. I suppose the fact that I found out when I got in this morning that next Monday is a bank holiday might have helped in part to buoy my mood – two days off is a precious thing.
Tonight’s mini adventure was out to Glencar waterfall, a trip accompanied by the most lovely sunset -the fluffy candy-pink and sucky-sweet orange clouds strewn everywhere, the sea all purple and diluted indigo ink, a soft heather glow swirling the horizon into an idea. The line I kept thinking of at the time was that it all looked like an explosion, followed by an inferno, in a marshmallow factory.
Now, I’m going to enjoy the remainder of my shandy, which I’m supping from one of the fabulous new coloured glasses we bought up North, and settle down to enjoy Battlestar.
Take care all, x
great to see you in great form
happy evening lou x x x
Happy evening – indeed! Dooney rock, a bank holiday coming up, a shandy, Battlestar! What more could you ask for!
I hope you’ll not let it put you off garlic and basil, Lou. My world would be significantly lessened by an absence of garlic and basil. Wouldn’t miss the flat bread, though…
Mmmmmmmm, garlic and basil…..
blech!
I totally agree with John!
And glad to have you both back and sharing your lovely outings with us! The only thing *I* could imagine to make the more perfect would to be seeing it out bobbing at anchor in a sailboat (and enjoying a drink).
Mmm … garlic and basil.
Ehmm … What’s a “hair gut”? Sounds terrible. Is that what caused the gut emptying?
I do love garlic bread! Now I shall sprinkle some basil on it, since I got a liter jar-ful on sale recently.
Almost anything tastes good with a lashing of garlic and basil. I’ve been experimenting with a fryup of lean pork, sliced onions and potatoes. The way it tastes best is with basil, but the variation with kim chi is mighty tasty, too. (Kim chi is sauerkraut with hot red pepper flakes, sorta Mex’kraut.)
Hugs from Asia,
~ Sil
garlic and basil..nam nam. lovely food: potatoes baked on the bbq (a proper one, not a gas one…) with kerrygold butter mixed with chopped garlic, pepper and basil.
I was delighted with myelf at a bbbq last summer when i produced this, and a few peeps poo pooed at it and said it would take way too long and wouldn’t work out, potatoes on a bbq..what? too long! …and then when it was done, nobody could get enough!
i must credit me mammy tho….it was she who suggested bringing it..(although the basil butter concoction was mine) 