My Terrific Tadpoles: A Fond Farewell…
Last Tuesday evening, torrential rain ripped out of the sky. My mother hung behind me, trying not to get washed away on the trails of Tollymore Forest Park. The place was empty as we made our way towards the lake, carrying a small kitchen bin. Inside were two tadpoles, practically jumping up and out to feel the cool rain on their slimy faces. Their day had come. There had originally been five of them. Discovered in a dried sheugh outside …