Jack Frost

Frosty rocks

We had a welcome respite from howling winds and rain on St Stephen’s Day (Boxing Day) when the sun came out to play  for a while. It was a crisp, blue morning so we went for a bracing walk alongside the River Lee in Blackrock, a suburb of Cork City. An icy frosting had turned Blackrock rocks to white. With more gales forecast for this evening, my husband went off to Sherkin Island yesterday to check up on our little island holiday home. All is well, and he even managed to sip a few pints by the fire in the Jolly Roger pub last night in the company of four others. It’s a tough job but somebody has to do it. Hmm…my turn next.