Scooter – back in Ireland
Well now! Here I am, back in Ireland. All is well – my home town of Bangor is looking suitably incredulous, and my old school has transformed from what looked like a giant, flat plastic portacabin into a giant, plastic Church Of The 80s with an impossibly angled roof. Anyway – here's a couple more photos. I almost lost my calm facade of getting-very-close-to-the-faces-of-animals-to-take-photos-of-them-Doctor-Doolittle-style-if-he'd-had-a-camera-which-he-probably-didn't today, as a maniacal cat mauled my leg and took a bite out of my trainer when I took a picture of it. Maybe it was worried I'd stolen a part of its soul. Ah well – easy come, easy go, as they say in the world of cat photography.