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Wednesday, 2022-08-10

At the windmills again

Ray is walking down to another lake at the windmills of Barnesmore. Thank God, where we are, there is always one more lake to fish.

There is a definite autumn feel about the place.

Fishing the Blue Stacks at Barnesmore.

The loot.

Though the windmills and their construction and erection have fucked up the place to a great extent, it still gives some pleasure walking these hills in pursuit of lakes and trout therein.
In other parts of the world, where more brainy people make decisions, such a splendid place would probably not have been touched.

Wednesday, 20/09/2006 17:04 Age: 16 Years