Baile Atha Claith

I am having a splendid time navigating the weather in Dublin — patchy drizzles, intermittent downpours, essentially constant rain until this morning, when hark ye Sun!  I hardly knew how to behave until by 8pm wandering past the GAA ground in Cabra big, fat raindrops recommenced and pounded my cardigan.

You cannot but admire the consistency.

Minutes ago there was a bout of howling wind. Actual howling wind. I am humbled by its appearance in July.

The weather is the top topic here and you can be assured of a discussion about it with anyone whose breathing. Hark it howls again. I am weathery made up. Yesterday though I was weathery dismal. The company exceeds all of the above. Warm beyond warm and so familiar.