I really enjoyed a British TV series called Doc Martin, a comedy about an uptight, obsessive-compulsive British surgeon who develops a paranoia about blood. He vomits at the sight of it so, his surgery career at an end, he finds a locum job in a quirky village in Cornwall. The scenery in the series was beautiful, the villagers odd and of course there was the on-off romance (there always has to be romance) between the doc and the school directress.
Dunmore East is a bit like the fictional Cornish village. Its location is very beautiful, nestled in a harbour at the mouth of the channel to Waterford. Many thatched cottages, some old pubs, fish & chip shop, small groceries, a chemist shop and a tiny library that has been my lifeline in the chilly, watery winter. We have our share of characters too; none as totally weird as the denizens of Portwenn but they have their share of funny stories, twinkly eyes and gift of gab. I am sure if I were to frequent the pubs at night I would see even more of their "odd" side.
I have been particularly enchanted by Dunmore East these past 10 days as the sun has been shining, people are out and about and charity events have begun. Last Saturday there was a Charity Swim around the bay for the RNLI (Lifeboat for those who aren't sure what that stands for.) The day was gorgeous and as our missionaries had come over to share lunch, we all went down to the rocks to watch the swimmers.
I had forgotten my camera so Elder Watson downloaded his photos on my computer.
The "boys" really enjoyed themselves and we enjoyed having them over. Their innocence and exuberance brings a sweet spirit into our house. Even Mitzi was (almost) won over.
My other post details our trip to Cavan from Monday to Wednesday. We arrived back on Wednesday night to continuing sunshine and warmth. We have actually turned the heat off in the house and opened the windows!!
On Friday I decided to try to go the distance on the Coastal Path to Portally Cove. It is about 4 miles roundtrip. Mitzi was a great companion, running back and forth along the path, her sheer joy contagious. Of course it wouldn't be a hike if I didn't trip and fall but luckily I didn't break my glasses or bloody my face this time. And I made it to Portally!
I intended on climbing down the stairs to put my toes in the water but the stairs were just too steep for me. I really need a hiking pole!
When I returned to Dunmore, Mitzi and I went down to "our" cove and discovered that the warmth had brought out more swimmers, all male. At one time the cove was considered the "Men's Cove" with the "Ladies Cove" just on the other side of the rocks. I thought it was all gender neutral now but I guess not that day. I watched them for awhile, feeling a motherly concern for their jumping off so near the outcropping rocks. But they were fine.
And this morning I had a really special two hours--our local librarian, Eleanor, had encouraged me to sign up for a morning painting class at the library. I don't really consider myself the artist in the family. Richard is so very good and I feel that my creative output is writing and photography. But it sounded like fun and golly it was!! The teacher was so relaxed and warm that I found myself producing two passable works. And they are even going to be given a "showing," along with other amateur artists in the area, at the Central Library in Waterford this Wednesday. Oh my!!
Dunmore East is a bit like the fictional Cornish village. Its location is very beautiful, nestled in a harbour at the mouth of the channel to Waterford. Many thatched cottages, some old pubs, fish & chip shop, small groceries, a chemist shop and a tiny library that has been my lifeline in the chilly, watery winter. We have our share of characters too; none as totally weird as the denizens of Portwenn but they have their share of funny stories, twinkly eyes and gift of gab. I am sure if I were to frequent the pubs at night I would see even more of their "odd" side.
I have been particularly enchanted by Dunmore East these past 10 days as the sun has been shining, people are out and about and charity events have begun. Last Saturday there was a Charity Swim around the bay for the RNLI (Lifeboat for those who aren't sure what that stands for.) The day was gorgeous and as our missionaries had come over to share lunch, we all went down to the rocks to watch the swimmers.
I had forgotten my camera so Elder Watson downloaded his photos on my computer.
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| Looking toward the finish "line" at the Quay |
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| There were plenty of kayaks monitoring swimmers as well as the orange Lifeboat |
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| Elder Watson "hanging in there" (he finished his 2-year mission yesterday) |
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| Elder Wall trying to look serious while the swimmers in the distance power through |
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| From left, Elders Watson (Arizona), Herr (Germany), Wall (England), and Calley (Minnesota) |
My other post details our trip to Cavan from Monday to Wednesday. We arrived back on Wednesday night to continuing sunshine and warmth. We have actually turned the heat off in the house and opened the windows!!
On Friday I decided to try to go the distance on the Coastal Path to Portally Cove. It is about 4 miles roundtrip. Mitzi was a great companion, running back and forth along the path, her sheer joy contagious. Of course it wouldn't be a hike if I didn't trip and fall but luckily I didn't break my glasses or bloody my face this time. And I made it to Portally!
I intended on climbing down the stairs to put my toes in the water but the stairs were just too steep for me. I really need a hiking pole!
When I returned to Dunmore, Mitzi and I went down to "our" cove and discovered that the warmth had brought out more swimmers, all male. At one time the cove was considered the "Men's Cove" with the "Ladies Cove" just on the other side of the rocks. I thought it was all gender neutral now but I guess not that day. I watched them for awhile, feeling a motherly concern for their jumping off so near the outcropping rocks. But they were fine.
And this morning I had a really special two hours--our local librarian, Eleanor, had encouraged me to sign up for a morning painting class at the library. I don't really consider myself the artist in the family. Richard is so very good and I feel that my creative output is writing and photography. But it sounded like fun and golly it was!! The teacher was so relaxed and warm that I found myself producing two passable works. And they are even going to be given a "showing," along with other amateur artists in the area, at the Central Library in Waterford this Wednesday. Oh my!!
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