It was strange to be in Dromaan. We've spent so much time in and around there, either in the harbour itself or in Williamstown at Angus Leavy's. It's a lot tidier these days than it used to be with pathways and mowed grass instead of briars and gorse bushes.
I noted Imram was still there. This is a solid-looking green sailing boat that rarely seems to go anywhere, spending its time between Dromaan and Mountshannon.
The views from this harbour are among the sweetest on the lake. IMHO.
And cheerio Knocknagow. Disappearing into the sunlight.