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From Herb Day to Inisfree.

23 Jul


Sunday saw us off on one of our fairly regular days out. First stop was at The Herbalist’s Apothecary open day. The weather was lovely…a bit cooler than recently which was a relief. The herbalist is Steffan who lives and works in this beautiful cottage which is just outside the village of Dromahair in the county of Sligo.  There were lots of herbal mixes, creams and herbal plants on sale.  There was also lovely vegetarian food provided for all who attended. How generous is that!!


The cottage itself is beautiful…gorgeous gothic style windows. Photo is a bit dark but it gives the idea.


An eclectic mix of objects give the cottage a lovely feel. Even the windowsills outside are adorned with flowers and lovely little fairy statues.


I love the half door too.


Late afternoon we headed off for picnic and poetry by the Lake Isle of Inisfree…


where cream tea was the order of the day.


We had a couple of doggie friends too…little Charlie and the lovely lurcher Osh who has the most gorgeous gentle eyes. They quickly became friends and paddled about at the edge of the lake. 029

It is just so beautiful, calm and relaxing there. We were all very reluctant to leave. It was almost 8 o clock as we made our way back across the fields to our cars.


On the way home we spotted this cottage…well you couldn’t really miss it. Certainly not a shy retiring person who dwells here I would think.

I will leave you with the words of WB Yeats .

Lake Isle of Innisfree.

I will arise and go now, and go to Inisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made,

Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,

And live alone there in the bee loud glade.


And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.

There midnight all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet’s wings.


I will arise and go now, for always night and day.

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,

I hear it in the heart’s deep core.

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