Life in Heaven.

I'm ashamed of myself, really, deeply ashamed.

Five years on holiday here plus almost two of living and there are still places in this town not only I've never been before but also I didn't know they existed.

I try to justify myself for the holiday time, I was there with a gal that was pretty much a pain in the arse about health: once twas a cold, once fever, once sore knee or foot. Never spent so much on meds like that. And the other guy which was used to reach us was also used to move his huge arse from the seat of the car to the one in front of a pint and/or of a meal. Period.

Anyway.

Last week I decided to head out to the Wicklow Head, taking advantage of the good weather and such lovely day. Walking along the Dumbur Road, I stopped at a parking lot where I've been to before but only last Saturday I noticed a way down to a small beach, under the Wicklow Golf Club. Lovely!
Not talking about the Wicklow Head itself, a must to see if you get on these parts.

Yesterday, following the suggestions of my neighbour/friend Christina, instead, I went along the Murrough looking for an abandoned house for some photoshoots I have on mind. Well, I didn't reach the house because on the way I found another corner of paradise hidden behind the beach.

Both cases, on my findings, I felt like a child exploring new lands. Excited and amazed at the same time.

And day by day, I'm always happier about my moving here. I definitely live in the best side of the world.