‘I thought we came to Ballyconnell on a hunt for Thursday Doors,’ said The Gaffer, who doesn’t like water – unless he’s drinking it.
‘We did,’ I replied. ‘But look at that lovely weir.’
Lovely as it was, The Gaffer gave me a look that said he wasn’t impressed and pulled me further along the path, until we found something that might lead to a door.
It was an old archway on private property and on the other side of the river, so we wouldn’t be looking for doors in that direction.
The doors are well hidden by foliage in this image, too. The Gaffer dragged me further along the path, which skirted a park and children’s playground, until we came to a nice little cottage with a more visible door.
For such a pretty building it has an unattractive main entrance. I much prefer the side door, what I can see of it.
Always one to throw himself into the job at hand, The Gaffer only stopped long enough for me to capture a couple of shots before moving on to the next leg of the journey. Leg is a very appropriate word to use here because he lifted his so many times putting his scent on this new trail – just in case I should suffer a sudden attack of amnesia or blindness before we found our way back to the car.
‘Lovely stone wall,’ I said to The Gaffer.
‘Nice lamp post,’ he replied.
I noticed his leg begin to twitch at the sight of it and hurried along to the next street.
‘Lunch,’ said The Gaffer, eyeing the ducks.
‘You swim over and grab one and I’ll check out Sophia’s Ristorante,’ I was beginning to feel peckish, myself.
The Gaffer was not impressed. Did I mention he hates water? We spotted a cute little bicycle behind those railings and just had to have a closer look. Bikes are another one of The Gaffer’s pet hates but this one didn’t look too threathening.
‘How do you stop a dog from following you on a bike?’ asked The Gaffer.
‘Shout at him?’ I guessed.
‘Take the bike from him.’ He has a weird sense of humour.
He’ll never make it as a stand-up comedian. However, if I can train him to use the camera I could send him off on cold wet days to hunt down some Thursday Doors for me, while I sit by our cosy stove. Then again, he’d refuse to go – he hates getting wet. Sigh.
Thanks so much for joining us in Ballyconnell for this week’s Thursday Doors, if you continue on over to Norm’s blog you’ll find lots more waiting for you.