Walking the Greenway close to Mulranny this week, I happened across this horse shoe fastened to a post. I presume a council worker found it during construction of the Greenway and fastened it there as a gesture to the past.
The romantic poet in me believes it is more likely to be a donkey shoe. My Grandmother's farm was very close by, and I am by this stage convinced it must have belonged to a donkey I knew when I was holidaying there and only knee-high to a grasshopper.
Have a great week,
Mark
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