Midleton seems a long way from the sea proper. However, salt water finds its way right up to the town’s edge courtesy of the creeks and inlets of Cork’s natural harbour.
When the sea beats a retreat, expanses of mud flats are left behind. Boats that happily bob on the waves lie slumped and helpless, their ropes and chains holding them to the spot.
And so it was with this craft, but at least its colours and reflection helped to provide a splash of colour to the scene.


The weekend approaches 😎
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Did you have to walk out into the muck? Or just use a zoom? 😉
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The zoom was used. Think i’d sink in a bit much for my liking 😧
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Well I can totally understand that! Maybe the Hound would have liked to join you so he could do this:
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Omg. Does zeke dothis?
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No thank God! He will stuff his face in the snow, but no…no mud thankfully! Could you imagine with the fur he has? Egads!
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