The farm itself is set in about three acres of land, on which there are three renovated holliday homes and two swimming pools. All of the afore-mentioned, were closed up for the winter of course, as our good friends the owners set off travelling in warmer parts, leaving my husband and I as caretakers in this massive house.
Just my trusted friend and I in silent communion. The track leads upwards towards the dusky skyline and our walk lasts just five minutes, before we approach the old stone cross that stands at the end of our track. It marks 'Santiago de Compostela' the ancient pilgrims' route to Spain, but for us it marks the 'edge of the world', because at this point the land drops away almost 360 degrees on every side, down to the valley below.
Recently back in my 'Empty Nest' here in Ireland, Murphy passed away last Christmas. I returned to the computer today, in order to escape the grey damp weather and meet with my trusted friend Murphy again at the 'edge of the world'; somehow, sadly, the image had been lost from the computer, but the memory of that perfect afternoon will last forever.