A Big Fish Story

​We stormed the castle ramparts in Killarney.
Well, perhaps stormed is strong wording.
Those ramparts knew we were there. 
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The Stackmobile supplied coffee, gloves, dirty jokes and safe transport.

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​Secret gardens at Muckross House twisted, turned, delighted.

Torc Waterfall  was a willing backdrop for happy tourists.
The tide shifted.
A treasure bag appeared and someone began collecting bits.
I won't say who.

​Away!  Away!  To the Gap of Dunloe, where one of us went rogue.
Up the mountain.
​Chasing goats.

​I won't say who.

And then this happened.
It actually did.
A fish!  A fish!
The woman's gone mad.
​A ferrel tourist on the loose.
I won't say who.

And she's not even wearing a coat.
You know who.
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Away!  Away!  The rains are coming!
Mist descends.
The tourist is recaptured and tamed.

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Irish coffee is needed.
​And a wolfhound.

​Again!  Again!
But first, sleep.