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Even practically indestructible plastic rope can look pretty on the shore sometimes.

Looking to the northwest towards Rossmacowen Commons. I live in the bushes on the right (Suibhne? Do you know the legend?).

Claire from the beautiful Vallé de la Drome, France, paid us a visit again in November.

Looking southeast from a slightly different angle, towards Lonehort Point.

The sailor home from the sea. The catch was small, mid-October, the mackeral having sensibly retreated to warmer waters.

The weather-omens were not good. 

The Zodiac, my trusty rag-bottom craft, pulled above the high water mark instead of being tied to its mooring.

And just in time. The wind was coming up from the southeast.

Our little eastern-facing coves get battered when the wind comes from an easterly quarter.

And when the wind is behind a spring tide, the waves come over the wall,

getting higher and higher

It got even rougher after dark. See  Stormy waters also.

Such a wind and tide can sometimes cast up unusual things from the deep. This is a large beam of pitch pine riddled with ship-borer worm holes.

Can't resist another one of that lovely evening in October

Damsons/sloes. They make great gin. 2lbs of fruit, 1lb organic sugar and 2 litres of organic poitín - I mean gin. Seal it up for Christmas consumption.

All on the plate - except the fork - came from the sea and the garden. 

The common fern. Deadly - see my article in News Oct. 2004

The famous McCarthy's Bar, Castletownbere. It was featured on the front of Peter McCarthy's, hugely best-selling book. Sadly, McCarthy, 51, died in September 2004. 

The ubiquitous fuschia, still with blossom in late October, on my boreen.

Ah. Da moon and da stars. One early, cold  morning in November. 

Fuchus serratus  Put it in your bath for a therapeutic soak. 

Beta maritima. Sea Beet; lightly steamed, a wonderful wild vegetable. Great for iron.

One sees red at times with what's washed up in the tide

Autumn colours in blackberry leaves. I, the blackbirds and foxes have cleared the fruit.

Senan; the name comes from the 6th C. patron saint of fishermen in the Shannon Estuary.


Cutting a dash; I rediscover an old skill at the Organic College, Dromcollogher.

Choose your weapons! Dromcollogher again. Man in the hat ran a killer barbecue later.

My son, Senan, trying to fly a Polo in the Killarney International Rally 2004

My  somewhat slower mode of transport, but with matching (to the rally car) wet-weather livery.

Another sunrise, with my wicker bean frame.

And what goes up must come down; an October sunset over Castletownbere.