Yesterday afternoon Garry needed to get some xrays done at the hospital in Bantry. He's still really quite poorly so I offered to drive him. Andy kindly had the kids and after a quick and smooth drive down west and an equally quick and smooth appointment we found ourselves in beautiful Bantry, with the spring sun shining down and some hours to ourselves.
We walked down to the pier and Garry pointed out Whiddy Island to me; a tiny island in the middle of Bantry bay. A tiny island steeped in history, a tiny island with only a few houses and a pub. He had spent a couple of very happy years running this pub and living the island life.
We walked back into the town and found an amazing little deli for lunch. A rainbow of salads, fresh baked brown bread and a delicious 'chino.
I remembered my camera was in the car so I grabbed it on our way back to the pier for a last look around.