|Looking down the main street in Feakle|
|Looking at the view from the hall while waiting for paparazzi subjects|
We didn't intend to stay out so late. After all, it's only Wednesday and the beginning of the festival, but it was a great session with Ged Foley and Paul Smyth (Mr Specsavers Limerick as it happens) and so it was quarter to three. Or was it quarter past? Maybe. Anyways, I had to make up the beds in the van (tedious job involving lifting the backs of the seats into the front) because Joe was a little tired and emotional. Truth be told, I'd drink taken myself, but not as much as himself.
|Caher House in last year's sunshine. It's raining this year. Yuk.|
PS. The haircut was a success. It looked pretty good when I came out of the hairdresser. Unfortunately I had to wash it today and, although not quite Bad Hair it's not great.
Perhaps I'll have to buy the 'product' Melissa used
on it. It only cost €28.