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July 13 Thursday windy rainy Bicycle touring Ireland The blustery wind has been giving our little two-person bicycle touring tent a violent shake down. Looks like it's an inside day so far. The kind Mr O'Sullivan came down this morning to look in on us. "I was checking to see if you had been blown into the lake overnight," he said. We had to admit it was close. Mr O'Sullivan has 500 sheep (the infamous blue-backed variety are his). He tells us that farmers spray-paint their flocks different colours, so they can tell them from the neighbours' flocks. Sounds like a good idea to me. We've seen blue, neon pink, fluorescent orange, yellow, and the elusive green-back. I bet that farmer got last pick of colours. Mr O'Sullivan also has a few cows and some chickens. He is training Sailor, a pup, for rounding up the sheep. We watch a demonstration as he practices giving Sailor commands. The stealth command is particularly entertaining -- Sailor crouches on his haunches and sneaks up on the sheep. Very cool. From the door of our tent, we can see a long waterfall tumbling over the mountain's rocky ledges across the lake from us. I am positive that the waterfall's source is right in those clouds that perpetually overhang the peaks surrounding the lake. |
