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Samhain

Coyote arrived on Halloween just as the oven timer went off. He put on the kettle and soon we were having tea and pumpkin scones. “So,” he said reaching for another scone, “I thought we might head for the Burren.” “The wonderful pub in Somerville Massachusetts?” I asked. “No, though, I’m sure that will be a fun spot tonight. I mean the beautiful west coast of Clare.” “That would be lovely, but how are we getting there?” I inquired. “Sure, it will be no problem,” he replied. “Samhain is a liminal time, and my interdimensional storage system has a travel app.” So it was that we caught the sunset from Corkscrew Hill on All Hallows Eve and trundled down to a toasty fireside and a wee drop at Monks in Ballyvaughan. Well, it was more than a wee drop, but then no one was driving.