|Knocknarea, site of Queen Maeve's grave in the distance.|
|I love these stones.|
|Nectar for moths.|
We had decided that we would not have the customary Summer Solstice bonfire, the only day that you are permitted to have a bonfire here unless you have a licence, rather like Spain, and very sensible given the amount of forest and moorland fires that Ireland has. If we had had a bonfire it would have meant burning things that we have a use for, tree and hedge trimmings are of more use to us chipped and used on pathways or composted, and paper feed sacks and cardboard are used to start new beds or as a mulch, so we had nothing that we could burn.
We now have Daffy duck and her sister Dilly sitting on eggs, plus the incubator is full, a friend then offered us the services of his broody hen, I think her name is Betty, she has already hatched out one lot of hens eggs this year and she is now sitting on ten Indian runner eggs for us, another friend had asked if we would hatch some Indian runners for her as she wants them for slug patrols so hopefully we will have some ducklings for her next month.
|The perfume is Heavenly.|