SUNSHINE, BUSKING AND A MONKEY....

Well, we ventured out yesterday towards the coast, guitars in the back of the van, heading from semi rain, into full sun. We stopped in a place called Ardmore, a seaside village mostly undiscovered, with a roundy tower and the oldest ruins of a church in Ireland.
We installed ourselves on a bench along the sea wall, bathed in sunshine, and amused or perhaps, annoyed the general public. Some stopped and sat on nearby benches to listen, others stopped for an ole chat;
"where are ye from?"; following banter for five minutes where-by you discover where in Dublin the fella lives, he has a holiday home in Ardmore, his son has a summer job in the village, the weather was terrible for three days, he works for an insurance company, he used to work in Cheltenham.... and he obviously likes pink shirts.... and gives us a quid or two....

After an hour and a half, a sun worshipping, singing and mucking about we pack up, twenty euro's in change in pocket and decide to buy sweets. Cinder toffee! What a find!...mmmmmmmmmmmmm



Then we go to the beach to sand and sea our corns off.... aaaahhhhhhhh....


Then we get a call from a friend, " get the barbeque" he says, (it's still at our place from the last time)
"bring it down" (to the house where we need to take it)
It takes us three hours to eventually get there. We know only three people there, but it is an obscure and good humoured night, including French people, and dancing to Micheal Jackson ...

And somewhere along the line we aquired a gigantic white monkey........