Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
The quality of mercy is not strained
It dropeth from heaven
During the inclement weather our early walks in January were led by Mary Kyne through the sheltered roads of Rusheeney Village, Leam, Mile Orga and Owenriff/ Canrawer walks. These walks got us moving for the more challenging walks of Una Fleming in Inverin, a walk high up amongst the windmills over looking Galway Bay.
19 participated in this walk and were rewarded for their effort with delicious afternoon tea hosted by Una. Indeed this social occasion set a trend which was repeated by Gil and Tom who led a walk to Seefinn – not for the faint hearted and Chris and J.P. who brought us to New Village, Glann and then hosted two delightful afternoons in their newly renovated homes in Glann.
We could get used to this treatment!