Given it is a weekend night and I am just to tired to continue writing for now, I will update the details of my work and travels come Monday evening.
Feargal and I took a stroll through the woods this morning with our tea as we cleared our heads of the drinks last night, Us both having a few too many. He showed me this area where he has spread the seed of the Irish blue bells each year, going farther every Spring. Also he told me more about the nature spirits which live throughout the woods and these white stones that are left by them as a gesture of thanks or where they would want a miniature house built. some of them appear in strange places like under moss or on a tree, in areas where such rocks would not naturally fall.