Somewhat Irish Girl

We hiked Slieve League on a bitter cold day in November 2019. We had the place to ourselves except for a sociable crow who I obviously shared my hobnobs with. He chose to sit with me long after they were gone while I waited for Patrick to finish his hike.

This was my very last trip before the pandemic. I was four months pregnant, hence my decision to do less hiking and more hobnobbing with the locals. I never realized how much an extra bump can throw off your center of gravity until I tried hiking along a cliff with one.

The crow flew away just before Patrick returned, presumably to avoid the blame for eating all the snacks.

Fortunately, we found a seafood shack a few miles down the road for the hangry hiker.

The temperature dropping with the sun, we sat outside on a stone wall overlooking a harbor and ate with numb hands and chattering teeth. So good we ordered more and stayed outside a little longer. Sitting in silence so as not to disturb the stillness of the cold.

I think about my friend, the crow, and the seafood shack every once in a while. None of my favorite meals have been inside four walls.