Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea....

........There's beautiful girls here - Oh, never you mind
With beautiful shapes Nature never designed
And lovely complexions, all roses and cream
But O'Loughlin remarked with regard to the same,
That if at those roses you venture to sip
The colours might all come away on your lip
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waiting for me
Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea
by Percy French
Well this is where we spent our Easter Tuesday, And what a day it was, The Mourne mountains were covered in snow and looked so imposing, I've never really appreciated the scale of them until today, the snow made them look like they were in HD! Then we had the beach, where the sunlight was so bright it was difficult to take photographs in, and the wind! 'It would have cut your face off'
But we had a great day, apart from a MAJOR huff by herself over a tennis ball (seriously?) made a picnic (which we ate in the boot of our car), went to the amusements and bought a kite! Daniel had never flown a kite before, and I think he was more thrilled by it than Martha.
Oh and Big Roo pulled.
Atta Girl.

Huff much?

How you do'in?