The flat is bursting with creativity as my first guest has arrived! Writer Avery Caswell (aka Leslie) is here for the week to experience the magic of Listowel and its long history of writers, poets and storytellers. Within the first 12 hours, we already had an adventure involving a chair, a stool, a lightbulb and a potato. Oh and some wine. I am calling it the "masterful use of a potato" adventure. Let your mind wander a bit on that one.
The theme of excess continues...this time it isn't too many breakfasts, but too many pastries! The counter is stacked high with goodies, including gorgeous cupcakes from Mary, eclairs from Damian, scones from Olive and a lovely banana bread from the farmer's market. I'm not going to eat them this week. I'll just stuff them right inside my clothes because, one way or another, I am wearing them. Listowel is not for dieters.
Sunday morning found us up early and out in a misty rain.
I believe I've found my next career. Who doesn't want to work in a castle?
We hiked down to the cemetery to commune with a flock of rooks and jackdaws. They clearly own the area, and refused to give way to a couple of wandering tourists.
The rain passed by and left us with a double rainbow and gorgeous sun shining through water-drenched branches.
We ended our morning's adventure with breakfast at the Maid of Erin, where beans are served with breakfast. It makes me smile, so why not?
Bright sunshine was perfect for painting and writing while customers popped in the gallery in search of Listowel's now famous coloring book.
To top off Leslie's first full day, a gorgeous dinner at Eabha Joans (pronounced AVA JONES) and her first ever Guinness at John B's, where the one and only Billy Keane was there to greet her. The magic of lovely Listowel!
The church tower at the end of the cemetery stands crumbling. Built in the 1700's on top of the ruins of a 13th century church, it beckons you to come closer and learn its secrets.