As anticipated, Hurricane Charley crossed the Atlantic to wring the last of its wet rags on Ireland. As a result, parts of this country had the wettest August since Charley's namesake visited these shores in 1986.
But by some fluke of circulation, this little corner of Kerry remained relatively dry.
Today is the feast of Saint Bartholomew, which in Irish and British weather lore means the end of the forty days of rain that begin on the feast of Saint Swithin. Good Saint Bart must be losing his clout. It just started pouring.