On the eve of Samhain, the dead spirits are said to revisit the mortal world, so be careful out there tonight, in case you meet a bad one. I took the hounds for a walk down the lane as darkness was falling this evening. It had been a beautiful afternoon, crisp and clear, with an intense quality of light that still persisted at dusk. On one side of the lane was a saturated orange and purple sunset, while across the road, the sky was darkening down towards a deep indigo.
When we were young, the Jack O'Lanterns around Leitrim were carved from turnips, but pumpkins have taken over now, and this handsome chap was sitting on a neighbour's gatepost. Back home, Pivo had just come in from the field, breathing steam everywhere. He reminded me of the horse on the best advert ever made, the
Guinness Christmas ad. It won't be long now til we find it's back on our screens. If you can't wait, see it
here.
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