Tom's having a cattle shed built in the field opposite our cottage...a man with a digger has been there all week digging out the pit into which the slurry will go...he has a huge heap of earth now which I was hoping would yield something interesting.
A gold torc would be good...a bog body even better...but all he's unearthed so far are enormous rocks and silage plastic.
He had to get a tanker with a suction thingy on it to siphon out the water that was building up in the bottom of the hole...pretty obvious really 'cos there's a spring there somewhere.
I was wondering if the spring was used as the water supply for the lime kiln on the opposite side of the road...might have been. No-one left to ask now.
We went to Carrick-on-Shannon with the only intent of buying some of the Tesco's ready- made Cannonoli (sp)...pretty daft to travel all that way just for that, but I bought a bunch of Sunflowers as well...went into Boots the chemists while we were there to get some eye droppers...the woman behind the counter didn't know what I meant and said they didn't sell them anyway...
The town was heaving with hundreds of people...it was a relief to get back onto the quiet roads again.
The river was stuffed with boats...people lying about on decks while towels hung out to dry on the rails...big blokes in baggy shorts looking important behind the tillers...waving to the people gawking on the banks.
Eilis chucked her tea up in a stinky heap on the floor and then tried to eat it again...revolting habit. I bawled at her and Himself staggered through half-asleep...wassamatter, he mumbled and I told him to follow his nose and he cleaned it up and squirted the floor with Milton and then made me a cup of tea...
Jonny went past ten minutes later...it was barely light but he was going down to collect some more of his turf before heading away to his work.
We didn't see the Pleiades but did see the space station as it wended its way across the sky...I waved, but I couldn't see whether the space men waved back.
They might have done if they were walking about outside...imagine how scary that would be...
I've done loads on Ancestry this week...beginning to expand searches into people's cousins and other relatives. That's often where the secrets and lies are...someone on a forum for family trees was very scathing...they left a comment that it wasn't worth putting down a thirteenth Gt Grandfather because 'the blood and therefore the connection, is so diluted' so it might be, but without that 13th Gt Grandfather, the person I'm doing the tree for wouldn't have existed.
And we have Molly now. Himself says she has ideas above her station...I said she's a cat. He replied that she is a trifle snooty and ought to be called Lady Molly...so we both looked at her and she turned her back and washed her bottom.
A Quiet Saturday...
