The swallow was trapped in the conservatory today. It flew in through the half door in the kitchen, down the passage and into the conservatory. All the glass confused the poor bird - they have no problem navigating in ordinary buildings. They do it all the time when looking for nesting spots. I opened the door and after a bit of battering it flew out. Poor creature. It was the most glorious blue on its back.
The swallow has had visitors. One the other day, then two. But maybe they weren't compatible, or were arguing over nesting sites. I have my fingers crossed that a husband or wife will be found.
The Skipper & Her Mate
The story of Winter Solstice, Joe and I on the Irish Waterways. Published by New Island Books, Dublin.
Unbelonging
My debut poetry collection.
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- Two blogs now. Floating Boater is mostly about our life on the waterways of Ireland on Winter Solstice, our timber cruiser. She's a Rampart 32 built in 1969 in Southampton. She was one of the last this size to come out of the Rampart boatyard – plastic was the material of the future. So a classic but with a definite sixties bent. Every summer we take off on the astonishingly varied waterways of Ireland and enter another, sweeter world. In between I tend my vegetables, look after our acre or so of garden in East Clare, write poetry, and teach and play flute. I occasionally have to do other paid work too. We're on the move from our present house and I have a new acre to begin. So Mucky Fingernails is the gardening wing. It's a record of the creation of a new garden, starting from an open field.
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