A Hike in the Heather

So lovely to wake up in the Baron's Bed! Imagine, everything is level, no rocking, no waves banging at the walls and no slanted, bouncing, floors! Instead of having to make meals in our roller coaster kitchen, we're well fed and looked after by Peg. We can sit on a sofa, without having to hold onto a rail and enjoy engaging conversasjon. On every subject under the sun. Luxury.

Michael Carville arrives with two Australian friends and colleagues. Soon he has us all off on a hike. Huffing and puffing past Fiddler's Green, through the purple heather. At the top there's a great view of Warrenpoint, the River Newry, over to Carlington Loch and beyond. The fog and mist lift, the sun comes out, showing off the hills and river, bright colors sparkling in the sun. Look at that huge boulder lying on it's own at the top. They say a giant threw it up here. All the way from Scotland. I'm sure he had his reasons.

Back at the house we have an evening of more good food, thanks to Peg. Lively discussions follow in Irish, Australian and Norwegian accents. But we all agree: it's been a great day.