The sun coming up in Moville and a chance to get a few miles in before the rain comes again.

The town square. Almost matches the imagine in my memory of forty years ago, coming here to play rugby. Sadly the club is long defunct.

St. Pius X church and parochial house. Father Ted would be well jealous. Can’t help wondering if the housekeeper insists on Tea.

Almost next door – a proddy church seemingly doing well. I thought them all dead and gone.

Strange mushrooms. Maybe it’s an underground nuclear shelter. Or she has built on a rubbish dump and has to vent the methane. I suppose it could be a ground heat-pump.

In order to make it a loop I’ve tramped along the road towards Greencastle. Pretty quiet this early. Will no doubt get much busier as the crowds head to their first mass of the day. I’ve cut down from the road, at last, to the start of the beach.

The sun trying to break through. Barely a breeze, a seashore walk on a good path. Wonderbar!

A cormorant looking for brekkies.

The coloured buildings at the harbour in Moville.

A roof on your well. To keep the rain off?

The giant red Donegal hedgehog snuffles up through the soil at the back.

And back to Moville.