I'd forgotten all about this photo! I've photographed thousands upon thousands of gravestones, lots covered with ivy or trees growing around them so you can't read them and this is the only one with a tree coming out of it's head (in a manner of speaking!)

Anyone know what this is?

Anyone have an idea as to what this little fellow is? Found him in my mothers back garden in June of 2006. I've tried the various books I have but haven't managed to find anything like him and I can honestly say I never saw anything like him before or since! I thought I'd lost the photo until I found it buried in an old folder today

Garnish island in Glengarriff and taken from around Bocarnagh which is a few miles out of Glengarriff village. Garnish is beautiful and years ago when you'd drive into Glengarriff there would be lots of men just trying to get you to go out to the island on their boats. These days, you never see them anymore. The whole village is very different to the way it was 20 years ago.

Years ago, you wouldn't have seen the mussle rafts or lines in this photo, but they are there - lots of them.

Glengarriff is in Bantry Bay and Bantry mussles are exported all over the world

Gravestones

These stones are in an old graveyard in Portlaoise and are used as stepping stones! I wonder if they've ever been transcribed?

A seashell :-)

Not any old seashell and not found by the sea - well, not really

Close to........but up a mountain! How it got there - no-one knows, but probably carried by a bird.

Still, it was a sight to see, enough to make me take a photo of it.

The mountain - we were taking one of the walks down round Glengarriff, down the Glen as it would be called locally. Absolutely beautiful walks down there, and the whole place is kept so well - and signposted. Maggie (my Boxer) just loved those walks, and Glengarriff - everywhere around it is so beautiful and so peaceful.

Anyway, there we were on one of the long walks, one which takes you way way up high so you can see miles around and then there was this shell lying off the path. It's a very old limpet and it's been there a long time, or maybe not exactly where I saw it, maybe buried and now or then uncovered. Maybe I'll never see it again when I take that particular walk.

But, as I say, it was a sight to see, so far from and yet so close to where it should have been - so unusual in the place it was in and so very high up, away from the sea