Weather has been general all over Ireland. When I arrived on Friday it was lashing rain. Kerry Sister had some chores to do in Tralee so we went there on the way home. There were sheets of water lying in the car park. I got out of the car and stepped into a puddle so deep my feet would have been soaked if I had not been wearing my walking boots.
We ran, or rather I herpled due to my injuries, to the best tea shop in Tralee. We were pretty wet when we got there but managed to bag the armchairs by the open fire which wasn't that difficult as the place was almost empty. The tea shop is called Mary Anne's and is in a Georgian house. It's furnished with battered antiques and the food is served on vintage china by charming staff. It is my favourite place in Tralee.
By the time we left a hurricane appeared to have developed and the rain was now horizonatal. Both of us were drenched. The puddle in the car park had turned into a small lake. My jeans were sodden which made for a cold and soggy journey home.
When we got back KS discovered one of the trees at the front of the house had blown down.
We were all woken up in the night by a storm battering the house. There was a clap of thunder so loud that everything started vibrating. It was quite exciting actually.
On Saturday we went to Cork for frantic last minute shopping. I've only been to Cork a few times. It's a long way to go for shopping but KS had a credit note for a shop which she needed to use. We spent all afternoon there and it was dark by the time we left.
There is something quite magical about Irish towns in December. In lots of places they attach small Christmas trees to the front of the houses. In the countryside there's a fashion for decorating houses with lights. I wouldn't want to live next door to one but as you whizz past in a car they look quite cheerful. I'm sure if children live in these houses they must be beside themselves with excitement.
We stopped in Killarney for dinner. The town was heaving with young people home for Christmas, the girls were in skimpy dresses and the boys in Christmas jumpers and all of them half cut.
"Are you not fuckin' cold? I'm fuckin' freezing!"
Driving down the coast next to Inch Strand the night sky was lit up by lightning bright enough to illuminate the mountains on the next peninsula.
Just before we got home there was a massive hailstone storm. It sounded like gunfire.
In the middle of the night I woke up from a dream in which I was being pursued by a muderous gang of loyal loyalists. I was relieved that I was snug in bed and the only thing threatening me was the prospect of my hot water bottle falling out of the end of the bed. It was still raining.