Back to village life

Just a few photos to remind myself in months to come what was so lovely about living in Dunmore:

There are loads of summer visitors in the village now and driving is quite a feat. Yep, parking on both sides of the road and up the hill!! Luckily our parking area in front of our house is tucked away so people don't park there casually. But when everyone is occupying a house, parking does get tight.

There was also a blessing of animals at St. Andrews COI in the village on Sunday afternoon. Mitzi and I went down and the female vicar blessed her that she would have a safe journey back to the U.S.A. Mitzi was less impressed by the blessing than by the treats that were available and by the other dogs. She really has got quite friendly.

I haven't been swimming. I don't actually like to swim that much anymore. I used to do Aqua Zumba and Aquacize but I have problems with tendonitis in my arms and shoulders so swimming isn't fun. And wading around the shallows in a bathing suit isn't that appealing to me either. But my cousin and a good friend are visiting in August so I may get in yet. One regret I have is that we haven't gone sailing. Looking at all those beautiful boats out on the water I would really like to go. Maybe, maybe....

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