If you’re staring at this image and thinking there’s something fishy about this Thursday Door then you’d be quite right.
It’s a mural, as is the open sash window with the curtain blowing out. The window box is real enough, though.
If you thought that first door was fishy, have a look at this one. I think these mackerel are trying to get into their ‘school’ (so sorry for that pun) Their teacher’s name must be Annette, judging by that lobster pot at the door. Okay, I’ll stop now.
Next door to the fish school is the hen house. There they are, clucking over the visitor that left his mucky bike leaning against their nice clean white-washed wall.
When we lived in the countryside in the ’80’s we had two hens – one for our two daughters and one for our two sons. The girls called theirs Henrietta and we could see how they came up with that name. The boys called their feathered friend Socrates. Seeing as they were only 3 and 6 years old (the boys, not the hens) we congratulated ourselves on having such smart children, calling their hen after a Greek philosopher. We came down to earth with a bang when one of the neighbours asked them how they picked the name and our six year old son answered, “Because they play soccer.” Those hens did actually chase a ball around the garden. The boys were saying ‘Soccertees’ having made the name up between them.
Just in case you feel cheated looking at photographs of fake Irish cottages with fake thatched roofs and fake windows and doors – here’s the real thing.
These shots were taken in the seaside village of Ardmore, County Waterford, not too far from where I live. If you would like to view a wonderful selection of doors from other parts of the globe, have a look at Norm’s blog and click the blue link on his post.