Three ladies beer

The three ladies beer from the Jura are invading my office.

November

"I returned to a long strand,
the hammered curve of a bay,
and found only the secular
powers of the Atlantic thundering..."  (Seamus Heaney, North)

"Of the first was he to bare arms and a name: Wassaily Booslaeugh of Riesengeborg. His crest of huroldry, in vert with ancillars, troublant agent, a hegoak, poursuivant, horrid, horned. His scutschum fessed, with archers strung, helio, of the second. Hootch is for husbandman handling his hoe. Hohohoho, Mister Finn, you're going to be Mister Finnagain! Comeday morm and, O, You're vine! Sendday's eve and, ah, you're vinegar! Hahahaha, Mister Funn, you're going to be fined again!" (James Joyce, Finnegans wake)

from the peace bridge in Derry

the grianan, Donegal