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We meet Jerry, Paddy and Steve on the pier..... three of twelve brothers seling their Granny's farm. In the boat, 3 brothers (one very hung over), Mary (estate agent), Tom - not a talker (I think Mary's father in law on a jolly), Myself and Pete. A bit slippery on the pier..... everyone shouts at poor Tom.... "Careful Tom it's slippy", "sit down Tom", "stop moving Tom"..... Tom is pretty weighty.
Two minutes from the pier, bit wobbly.... engine floods, everyone shouts at Tom. Tom takes lots of photos, 200th pull, engine spluttering again, phew.
Across Oysterbed........ beautiful, through the narrow gully with the land rising steeply to the right. No pier, no jetty, just slippery seaweed and a very nervous estate agent getting off the boat, Tom takes photos, everyone shouts at Tom. The boys leave Me, Jerry, Mary (and her mobile phone) and Pete on the rocks.
A clamber up the rocks to the main farmhouse..... hmm. Estate agent remarks on the solid walls! !!!Jerry points out the boundary, Gran lived here for 11 years on her own, rowed to Parknasilla Hotel three miles away daily for her shift, rowed back in the dark, trekked for 20 mins and slept with the animals in bad weather! Sharon not keen.
Breathtaking views back towards Oysterbed Pier, bog, heather, sea thrift??? Isn't that a spring plant, trek back but no darn boat?
Boat arrives, gets lodged on rocks, Dad told them which gap to go through but that was 20 years ago. Eventually reach jetty, Everyone shouts at Tom, Tom doesn't listen, "it's slippery Tom", Tom falls on his Arse!