Last year I had some very fun days with a young lad named Matt. We walked up mountains and jumped in glacier-fed lakes (and later, made a thing of at least dunking our head in).
I was washing my hands in a washroom of Cork a couple of weeks ago and realized -- washing in Ireland is frequently very similar to jumping in glacier-fed lake!
Sitting on toilet also similar to winter outhouse as washrooms often seem to be unheated (both the water and the air, like).
We actually came to be very fond of staying in the dairy at the last place even though it was cold. The exercise is probably improving my metabolism. Feels more right, anyway, except for the carpal tunnel pain that has come to my right hand these days. Rats. Working hard feels great, hand kind of lets me down. But have some stretches and will work on maintenance.
Current WWOOF "host" (he's not very host-y) is so miserly that he actually said he prefers we not heat up water for a whole bath. (!!!! he really seriously did) He sees no need for waste like that. A sinkful is plenty.
SIGH. Planning night in B and B for birthday on Friday, maybe. Found out that we can't take cats on bus (legally), so getting out of the back-of-beyond place where we are is a little trickier than getting here was. Ah well.
We're walking lots. Putting in more than 10 km some days.
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