Flotsam and Jetsam, Part II

The second in a continuing series of feverish musings of an itinerant golfer that's been over-served:

One note about my Wednesday game with Olle and the Captain that I forgot to mention.  As I was putting my golf shoes on and organizing my bag a car with a couple pulled into the space next to me and we exchanged the usual pleasantries.  I was on the putting green near the Glashedy 1st tee when I saw them going out as a three-ball with another woman.  They went past and then one of the women came back and inquired as to whether I was on my own and, if so, I'd be welcome to join them.  That's a gesture that seems typical of Ballyliffin but a kindness that doesn't happen many other places, as visitors are left to fend for themselves.  It confirms our choice for T and I.

I had mentioned Ashland in a prior post, the delightful young lady that mans the golf shop in the afternoons and is perpetually dissatisfied with the amount of content I post.

The always-smiling Ashland, who laughs at most of my jokes.  Fortunately I caught her out in the wild, where she didn't have a counter behind which to hide.

Theresa auditions for the French Lieutenant's Woman, patiently waiting for her hard toiling husband to arive home from his "office," the bar at BGC.

In a prior post I mentioned that we had a spectacular double rainbow.  We were sitting in our sunroom and as I turned towards T this is what I saw:

Our first view of the rainbow from the sunroom, top.  The full double rainbow from the front of the cottage, bottom.

I Wish They All Could Be Ballyfornia Girls:  Theresa enjoying a respite on the 15th tee of the Old.  'nuff said?

The world loved the kitty porn from my prior post, and I'm a man that believes in giving people what they want.

Declan holding court with Marion and Vivien at the house 3 doors down from our cottage.  Theresa saw the woman that lives there, and ever since has referred to it as the Grey Gardens House.

And, speaking of Marion and Vivien as we were, see if you notice the uncanny resemblance:

Vivien, top, and Marion, bottom.  It's uncanny, isn't it?  Separated at birth or something...

We came to the club last evening for dinner, and may well do the same tonight simply as an excuse to gaze out at the golf course and Pollen Bay in the evening light.  It really shows the course at its best, all sorts of vibrant shades of green mixed with lengthening shadows.  We also love to see the surprising number of people who come out and tee it up at 7:30 or later, often whole families.

Top, a group of evening golfers make their way down the first fairway of the old.  Bottom, the evening view of the two finishing holes, the Old in the foreground and the Glashedy behind it.

Glashedy Rock Island from the clubhouse terrace as the sun continues its inexorable decent.

 We were also blessed with a beautiful moon last evening, which necessitated a brief detour to the beach, where the surfers were still at it hoping to catch the big one.

Top, the moon from just outside the clubhouse.  Bottom, the dramatic lighting as the sun set at the Pollen Bay beach.

One last brief stop on the way home, this time at the house that Theresa has decided we should rent on our next visit.  As you'll see, its location is somewhat appealing.

The view towards Pollen Bay (top) and the clubhouse (bottom).

The house looks nice but there's one minor problem, it has five bedrooms and sleeps nineteen.  So it makes little sense unless every reader of this blog, including the guy in Peru, agree to come visit.