Cows

I love cows.  Don't get enough of cows in New York City.

La breithe shona dhuit, Tricia

Patricia and I went to Lough Rynn Castle to have afternoon tea to celebrate her birthday today.  What a place.   Amazingly beautiful grounds, great service, and a glorious estate where people get married and have affairs.  (But with sufficient time in between I am sure.)

This place was the home of Lord Leitrim under the British occupation. He did a lot to make this the magnificent estate and grounds what it is. But he was horrible to all his workers and tenant farmers. He, of course, was assassinated. 

And now they have a lovely tea service.

All the best for a great year, dear friend.  Happy Birthday.

My Pants - Leitrim, Ireland

Gentleman Farmer- Leitrim, Ireland

A hard day on the farm chopping wood and collecting peat for the fire.   I worked up a big appetite for my breakfast. 

Big City Boy

I love, LOVE living in New York City. It is in me bones.  I cannot imagine being away from the madness of it all for long.  But being in the country where the cows replace the coppers and the subway is a good pair of walking shoes, well that gives me a sense of peace and a chance to regroup.

Here in Leitrim there are cows a plenty and peat fires and tea and toast and good craic.  For today that is all I seek.

I leave the rest with the doorman.