I confess to fearing that ominous "heh heh" a wee bit.

He is plotting something dire...
The round tower by the Kilkenny Cathedral was the first I ever had been able to climb into. I thought it was fun, but definitely not an exercise for vertigo-sufferers, as it required a firm handgrip on the railing.
This was the only selfie (leg selfie = leglie, a term coined by Squishy) that survived back home. I wanted to show how steep the stairs within were.
Suffice to say that I hate selfies with passion. Especially the ones featuring duckfaces and botox.
I met this practitioner of druidism selling handmade jewelry by the Poulnabrone dolmen. I guess his custom was to carve the Ogham name of the wearer on the pieces he sold (he went on about the symbolics of mine and how the letter S was associated with willow trees and fertility...I read this as creativity; in the literal case I'd be the mother of a small army at this age and not a semi-hopeless single...). I asked him to use the head of the Finnish pantheon instead, Ukko the thundergod.

I have the pendant somewhere in my half-unladen luggage.
