It looked like the coast of Galway at the beach today with the weather hanging heavy over an iron-clad ocean and the steely waves rolling steady
A couple of draughts to gird the nethers after a beach run
Had to bring a glass for these nitrogen infused refreshments
Sláinte mhath
May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sunshine warm upon your face, the rains fall soft upon your fields, and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand