We have not had any luck finding out the name
of this manor in North Mayo, but we're going
to go into town today and get an ordnance map
of the area. I love the way the landscape
is framed by the disintegrating windows --
There was a lovely bay horse here, who, when I whistled for
her, she came running/galloping/cantering to the fence
where I stood, as if I were the only other living being
she'd encountered in days. She inhaled my scent,
then pressed her warm face up against mine
and held it there for a time -- the closest thing
to a hug from a horse that I've ever had.
I was enchanted!
Again, one of the joys of exploring out here in Mayo
is that we are never overrun with crowds of any kind,
more likely we are the only people in sight.