Growing up our kitchen always had a few quirky tea towels bought as souvenirs of some far-flung outpost in back-country Australia. Maybe we’d bought one on one of our family road trips when all six of us were all crammed into the old station wagon for hours and hours on end. Or maybe it had arrived in the post from one of our aunties along with a postcard. I miss getting those postcards…
A champion virtue of the sea dog is of course patience. Happy enough on the wall grumbling to themselves or to anyone else who is prepared to listen, slipping and stumbling their way down through the seaweeds in the intertidal, harassing every new-comer to… “pick up the stick… pick it up… do it… come on… do it… do it… pick it up… chuck it… do it… pick it up… pick it up… pick it up… pick it up… !”
The set-up at Kilcummin harbour is a perfect space for the faithful hound to hone it’s skills.