It’s a wet Saturday morning in the Burren, the kind of dreary February day when sensible people are either rolling over for another snooze or settling down in a comfortable chair for a leisurely read of the paper.
It’s a wet Saturday morning in the Burren, the kind of dreary February day when sensible people are either rolling over for another snooze or settling down in a comfortable chair for a leisurely read of the paper.
It’s a wet Saturday morning in the Burren, the kind of dreary February day when sensible people are either rolling over for another snooze or settling down in a comfortable chair for a leisurely read of the paper.