We've made it ... all the way home to beautiful County Tyrone for the Christmas holidays.
I am always so relieved when I get off the car ferry in Dublin. Emi and I are the world's worst sailors. Any little swell and we're ill. Luckily the Irish Sea was in a pretty good mood yesterday afternoon when we crossed her, but the weird thing was that one of the engines on the ship wasn't working properly and so, with very little explanation from the crew, our three hour crossing lasted an extra hour.
I spent my time knitting a sock and watching the horizon through a window in the lounge. Mr B, who's never ever sick, always tells me that the secret to not being sea sick is to watch the horizon. So I sat there, watching the horizon, and then the (very) distant lights on the horizon when darkness had fallen. And then my watch because those distant lights seemed much too distant for a ship that ought to have been docking.
Everyone else was calm and didn't seem to notice, but for someone like me who spends the trip sitting still and wishing the whole thing was over, it felt uncomfortable.
We were very happy to make it back to our little village in South Tyrone.
This morning we went for a lovely winter walk around our local lake, the White Lough - or White Ness, as Emi calls it in hope that one day it will grow its very own monster that he can boast about to his friends at school.
I was very taken with this cheerful little robin, who was hopping around on the bare boughs of the lakeside trees.
This little house sits on the brow of a hill just beside the lake. It's a cowshed these days, but once upon a time a family lived there with their children and all their animals. It's very small, but it must have been a magical place to live.
The lake looked cold, very cold. Amazingly there were quite a few fishermen sitting patiently at the end of the jetties waiting for fish to bite.
I had to admire their determination. Sitting there for hours and hours in the damp, cold of the lakeside air must have chilled their bones all the way through to the marrow. I hope they caught a few whoppers to make it all worthwhile.
All the best for now,
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