Dublin 8 — Dublin’s sunny spell is officially a drought. My plants, whom I have kept alive on our small rooftop through years of cold wet dark, are now dying in the hot dry sun. I fill the heavy, leaky green pla...
Sunday morning fiddling.
Lily's out pickin' on the roof.
Red Bricks.
Cycling to lunch through Newmarket.
Clear skies & chimneys in the Liberties.
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