My colleague (from Roscommon) uttered these, slightly sarcastic words when I told him that Mr. Waffle and I were going to the Midlands this weekend.
We went for a walk on a peninsula that sticks out into Lough Ree. The start of the walk was a bit unnerving:
It was really lovely though and the cattle were peaceful. There was an abandoned castle which was full of romance and reminded me of Cair Paravel when the Pevensie children returned at the start of Prince Caspian. We had the peninsula entirely to ourselves.
Roscommon? Lovely in November.
