Awake in Ireland

I fell asleep on the bus ride. Having the rear of the tour coach to myself, I stretched out for a nap, lulled to sleep by the diesel’s drone.

It was the lack of movement that awakened me. The driver pulled over for a photo opportunity, and I was glad to be roused for it. The scudding clouds had begun to reveal a bit of sun as we drove towards the coast. Armed with naught but a phone, I pulled on a fleece jacket and climbed out to the road way for a few snaps. I’d like to tell you I punched these up a bit, but not really. I remember it being so green…..