I had never heard of before but they say that a peacock will grieve if it loses somebody close to it. Legends do say that the peacock is a symbol of fidelity. Martin lived in the most peaceful little slice of country in County Galway, at the end of a boreen where the grass comes up to meet you. A road less travelled by car, as Martin only ever used a bicycle. He had a peacock for manys the year and the neighbours’ kids would often come to visit and marvel at its amazing feathers. Nobody has seen the peacock raise its majestic plumage since Martin died last year. And he didn’t show them to us when we took ourselves down Martin’s road a few weeks ago on our little adventure. Poor Mister Peacock. Rest in Peace Martin.

Sive, Conan and Dylan regularly bring bread to feed the peacock, always hoping they will see him raise his feathers. Maybe next time…

If you knew Ursula, you’d know that she’s not the posey-posey type of person who you imagine would like getting her photo taken. But she did have one secret wish…which I can’t tell ye obviously, coz it’s a secret like…but suffice it to say that her wish was granted (Fotissima = Fairy Godmothers!) , and it leads me to believe that there must be an awful lot of other mammies out there with the very same wish and they just can’t bring themselves to tell anybody about it. So don’t be afraid girls…let us know if we can help you with your secret wishes…

Conan wasn’t one for standing still so we had to keep coming up with things to do where i might catch a photo of him…throwing hay seemed to work for a few minutes…!

Sive was the perfect little model. Such a sweet girl. I smiled while editing her photos at the cute way she crinkles up her nose when she laughs. Naaaw.

Once again my young assistant slips in front of the camera. *Whoops!* Hard to blame him when the draw of running through the long grass got too much to resist. I’ll have to let him off. This time.

Bye bye Mister Peacock, we hope you feel better soon.