departing Downpatrick after a great night's sleep
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I woke refreshed at 8:20am and wished I had brought my camera inside. As I looked down across the foot of the bed, a lone cow stood in profile on the hill across the street, perfectly framed through the large bedroom window. While I freshened up and dressed, several other bovines joined the first as they all grazed in the quiet rainy morning.
Downstairs in the kitchen with Angela, I enjoyed a nice breakfast of cereal, breads, and tea. She offered to cook as well, but she and her husband had already done so much for me, I could not impose another favor. Paddy gave me directions back to the main roads in typical style. Rather than using global directions of north, south, east, and west as all American routes and highways are marked, the folks of the emerald isle simply tell whether to turn left or right.
We said our farewells at the door and I departed the home of my new friends. On my way out, I walked across the street to the cattle pasture where a prehistoric standing stone tomb sits amongst the herd furry animals that challenged my advance when approach them for a photo. The sky was dim and a light drizzle had begun to fall when I returned to my car and got underway.