As if an excuse was needed to bring the bike out for a spin on a somewhat pleasant Sunday, we ended up at Donadea forest, as did much of the rest of Kildare as it turned out. No sooner had we walked into the park than I was bitten by something very large and orange coloured yet even fearing an almost certain agonising death I soldiered on to put some 1’s and 0’s on the memory card. It turned outRead More
Everything around the shop in Donadea park seems very well presented. Or at least as well presented as you can get when in the middle of a forest in the middle of nowhere. Flowers all over, including on the picnic tables.
I’m tempted to say “St. Kevins” in Donadea. But I don’t actually know. Saint something or others. An eerie feeling accompanies this shot. The thought that while peering through the lens at the scene a face from inside the glass would pop out and stare back. I braved it out and took the shot anyway. And yes, I watch too much TV.
A cup of something fresh at Donadea. Although, I wouldn’t try drinking it. Unless it was a bet. Or I was already drunk. Best not go too far down that road right now.