Inchydoney and West Cork

This wasn't a sketching mini-break. It was about spending time together. Relaxing. Enjoying the thalassotherapy pool. Taking nice walks on the beach. Going for little drives, but not too far. Eating and Sleeping. And it was perfect. So I fitted my sketching in the in-between times, while having a drink in the lounge, looking out the window in the relaxation room, looking out the window in the morning, and even from the car (as a passenger, needless to say). And I managed to sketch more than I would have thought possible. But when the animals are being looked after by someone else, it's amazing how much time there is in the day!!

All in the carefree, pre-coronavirus, days. It was in the car on the way back that we heard about the first case on the island of Ireland. It was a rude awakening. Only two and a half weeks ago. There are 292 cases today in the Republic alone (Source: Worldometers). Much less than in other parts of the world, but a lot more than our health system can cope with. So we won't be going anywhere for a while. Feeling so lucky that we had that mini-break when we did!

The bar and the lounge.

The view from the Fushia relaxation room:

Looks nothing like himself:

A little bit more of a resemblance?

On the drive on the way down the country:

View from the room:
And since these ones are in my Bloomsday sketchbook, I managed to connect them to Ulysses, in my own, inimitable, way.

'theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful country'

'She is drowning. Agenbite. Save her. Agenbite. All against us. She will drown me with her, eyes and hair. Lank coils of seaweed hair around me, my heart, my soul. Salt green death.

We.

Agenbite of inwit. Inwit’s agenbite.

Misery! Misery!'