A cold day in Blackrock.
The Easter weekend in Ireland is a very long one, as we get Good Friday, the holiest day of the Irish calendar, and Easter Monday, the laziest day of the Irish calendar, off of work.
I seem to be under the delusion that since Easter has now come and gone that Spring should definitely be here. It looks nice and warm outside, and it seems like you should be able to wear a skirt without freezing your nether-regions but that's just not the case.
It's COLD. And since we live by the sea, it's even COLDER. The wind whips and I shriek and Bub reminds me that it was snowing in NYC last week so I should SHUT UP ABOUT IT.
But even when it's so cold out here you would consider trading, oh I don't know, your totally awesome and fantastic iPhone for a condo in a retirement community in Florida, you have to admit that it's rather pretty around here when it's not raining.
Photos taken 16 March, Blackrock, Co. Dublin. Approx -100F.