We hopped the bus to Buncrana this afternoon. Scattered around the downtown area are some metal mesh benches. These are perfect for yarn bombing and someone (or someones) decided they could use some crocheted and embroidered bling. I love the idea of the mesh bench as canvas!
Down a side street we saw this mural.
One of us thought it was a beautiful day and it was not Bill, but I was quite pleased to feel chilly in the almost crisp air with the wind blowing at me and the grey sky overhead. It was perfect for walking around and the really heavy rain happened while we were on the bus, so it was all good. The locals who greeted us as we walked by were a little bit grumbly about the weather. I suppose this sort of grey is one reason why every town has flowers planted in pots everywhere--big planters on sidewalks, hanging baskets on poles along the streets, planters on walls and pots on windowsills. It is beautiful with the explosions of colour.
These brown things seem a bit odd.