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I spent the weekend down with my wife's parents in the wilds of West Cork. This morning I took Rowan to the beach while T&P walked the dogs along the head at Courtmacsherry. It was a cold morning with a stiff sea wind coming onshore.
I had forgotten the bucket and spade so we made do with a bucket T found and some makeshift spades in the form of flat stones. Armed with these poor tools we managed to build two sandcastles before Rowan grew tired of it and headed off for the woods. I carried her along the beach for a stretch until we found the crumbling steps up from the beach to the path in the wood. Over the slippery stones and weed we climbed until at the top Rowan made her choice of directions and took off to the right, knowing that her favourite hollow tree stump lay ahead of her, waiting for her to take up residence again.
T&P arrived back along the path just as we came on the tree stump, so Rowan hid inside, hunkered down to deliver her trademark 'jump out and shout "boo!"' Duly surprised by the sudden appearance of her granddaughter Patty took Rowan by the hand and we all walked back to the cars. (Two cars because three dogs and four humans is slightly too much for one car.) On the way I trod in some dog crap left hidden by the path. It was the only shitty thing about the trip really.
In other news, Rowan has discovered tree climbing. She showed me that she was a "funky monkey" in T&P's garden by climbing up the branches of a Chinese lantern tree until her head was level with mine. She peeked out between the branches with a huge smile spread over her face.
We also got to use the swing, dutifully waiting tied up out of the way under the carport until Rowan returned to play with it again. Rowan love swings with all the passion her three year old soul can muster. The fix she got from the swing under the carport wasn't enough apparently. Later she jumped at the offer of a trip into Clonakilty to the playground there where Rowan got in some more quality swing-time. She also attacked all the slides in the place. She's getting too big for the little slide, but she's increasingly keen to tackle the big slide that runs down the side of an artificial hill.
All this was obviously hard work and an ice-cream after we left the playground went down well.
I had forgotten the bucket and spade so we made do with a bucket T found and some makeshift spades in the form of flat stones. Armed with these poor tools we managed to build two sandcastles before Rowan grew tired of it and headed off for the woods. I carried her along the beach for a stretch until we found the crumbling steps up from the beach to the path in the wood. Over the slippery stones and weed we climbed until at the top Rowan made her choice of directions and took off to the right, knowing that her favourite hollow tree stump lay ahead of her, waiting for her to take up residence again.
T&P arrived back along the path just as we came on the tree stump, so Rowan hid inside, hunkered down to deliver her trademark 'jump out and shout "boo!"' Duly surprised by the sudden appearance of her granddaughter Patty took Rowan by the hand and we all walked back to the cars. (Two cars because three dogs and four humans is slightly too much for one car.) On the way I trod in some dog crap left hidden by the path. It was the only shitty thing about the trip really.
In other news, Rowan has discovered tree climbing. She showed me that she was a "funky monkey" in T&P's garden by climbing up the branches of a Chinese lantern tree until her head was level with mine. She peeked out between the branches with a huge smile spread over her face.
We also got to use the swing, dutifully waiting tied up out of the way under the carport until Rowan returned to play with it again. Rowan love swings with all the passion her three year old soul can muster. The fix she got from the swing under the carport wasn't enough apparently. Later she jumped at the offer of a trip into Clonakilty to the playground there where Rowan got in some more quality swing-time. She also attacked all the slides in the place. She's getting too big for the little slide, but she's increasingly keen to tackle the big slide that runs down the side of an artificial hill.
All this was obviously hard work and an ice-cream after we left the playground went down well.
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Certainly more adventurous than our trip out for brunch followed by an hour visit to a local aviary.
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