After picking me up at Shannon airport at 6:15 a.m., Wednesday, June 10th, Doug, Ann and I drove north through the Burren, where Doug promptly forgot his shoes on a grave (don't ask; he usually doesn't wear them). So we had to go back the next day to find them. Here is Doug, sans shoes, entering a grave (St. Cronan's?) on the second trip;
Further along... the cattle coming home from the fields;
and Tail End Charlotte, stubborn, suspicious and dripping milk from her seriously overextended udders, blocking the way.
And finally, Irish "fishing humour" in Corofin; a fish ordering abeer from an octopus, with a mounted human over the bar (revenge for the poor, 20" salmon we saw pulled from the Corrib river today in downtown Galway).