|The 'Send' button brings an end to Lisacul 365 (for me).|
|Last check of my final posting before I logged out. Job done.|
|For my last days of 365-ing I tried to end on |
an up-beat note; signs of spring, newness,
|The snow drops did not quite make it open|
by 31st but these were near enough.
|Misty frosty sunrise in the townland of Creevy|
|Pussy willow after the rain.|
|Long straight grass-track in Kiltybranks bog|
|Hubbard chicken thighs and stuffed peppers with couscous|
|Tray-bake haggis with neeps and tatties|
for our Burns Night. A wee dram too.
|Directions into deepest Sligo.|