A strinkingly shaped mountain, Albert!
It made me think of this one, which is only about a dozen or so miles away from me:
It's called Benwiskin.
It's Irish name is Binn Mhaoiscin.
Binn means "a peak" or "a cliff".
I'm not sure what the second part (Mhaoiscin) means, but it might come from the Irish word meascán, which means "a lump" or "a jumble".
Every time I see it from that angle, I am put in mind of a breaking wave.
Happy Saturday, everyone!
There's a strange yellowy-orange ball of light in the sky here, today. And parts of the sky have turned an unusual blue colour.
Not only that, but the day has this odd brightness about it.
I think it might be an alien invasion.
When I taught second level in England, I used to tell the kids that I had a zip in the back of my head, and always left my brain at home before heading to school, as it was the only way I knew of facing the little terrors darlings each day.
I think some of them actually believed me.
I'm sure you'll all be delighted and excited (or delira and excira, as we tend to put it here in Ireland) to hear that the older brother of one of my two male strippers (the one who's part of my current social bubble) passed his driving test today.
I know I was.
In parts of Scotland (Glasgow for certain) they're often just called "fish supper". But I think that's largely because they are often purchased late at night on the way home from the pub.
As I met up with friends (basically the members my current "social bubble") early this afternoon, and we had a takeaway in one of their houses (mine being fish & chips [fries, if you must], I didn't feel hungry enough for a dinner this evening. It's currently just after 11:00pm, so I shall have two slices of toast spread with some of my wild blackberry jam for supper.