The Full Irish!

A disturbed sleep last night. I woke up at 3.30am hearing an odd sound - repetitive and slightly mechanical and it seemed to be coming from outside. I stuck my head out of the bedroom window and was astonished to hear it was the cuckoo! I was only registering the oo! What on earth was he doing up at that time - either coming home from a night out or getting up early, and he went on for ages!
A murky start to the day but it cleared up nicely - a bit of work, weeding the polytunnel and then a walk around the lake. The donkey ambled over to check us out and the alpacas stood knock-kneed and woolly, watching us from afar.
We've started to watch Bodkin, a series backed by the Obamas. We were fearing the worst as the name is terrible  - no Irish town would ever be called that, and were suspecting it might descend into mega Oirishness. Inspite of enigmatic Irishmen, unorthodox nuns and Guinness flowing, it's actually rather good with a sharp and sly humour. Set in West Cork, Union Hall to be precise, it's been fun to spot the locations. Reviews have been mixed!