Seashell Project_15 by Krystal Cunningham
It’s painfully obvious when I’m feeling uninspired.
Ballyholme Bay_26 by Krystal Cunningham
We’ve located some perfect, hidden spots for picnics in the Summer. And the water is shallow enough that wee Zoe can walk in and soak herself.
Day 12: Close Up
I introduce you to the late Harry Joe. I’m becoming amused at how some of these things are happening in time for the challenge. This fantastic guy, well, we met in the wee hours of the night.
It was probably 3am and I was woken from a dead sleep (and some crap nightmares) by a tickle across my face. Yes, you know where this is going. My apologies for the hair standing on your neck. So, I jump up in bed while swatting at my face. I see something fling towards Daire (our sheets are white and light blue). He then immediately rolls over onto his back in that spot. I’ve not yet convinced myself there was an actual bug of sorts on my face. I spend the next hour laying there slapping every tiny movement on my skin until I finally pass out.
Fast forward to this morning. I find this dead sucker. The nights trauma starts to come back to me and I realize THIS is what was on my face. THIS. I’m not a murderer, but he asked for it.
There’s obviously something about my cripsy brown skin the insects here like. Needless to say, I’m now ready for Winter and snow. Lots of snow.
Ulster Folk & Transport Museum_15 by Krystal Cunningham
Normally, these museums dont ever really thrill me. Replications of old things that only appear real to children. However, this outdoor museum/town are actual buildings and homes. They have been relocated from all over Ireland to this museum. Its setup as a small town and you get to walk around through all the building. It was just fascinating to look at, knowing people had once lived and worked in these buildings.
