Day 54…wolf moon

This morning the last of the wolf moon shone through the clouds.

Last night as we were walking we ran into a gentleman who chatted us up about the mild weather and the moon. “I thought I felt my finger nails growing as I was walking tonight,” he said.

“I heard something shuffling through the Dingle awhile back,” I replied. “So perhaps someone has succumbed.” He chuckled.

“You never know what you’ll come across in the Dingle,” he replied. And we parted ways.