Who The Fuck Are These Girls ....?!

  OK. I've just checked. I didn't mention them, the first time. Now things have 'developed'. So, here's the craic, so far:

 Few weeks ago now, I'm sat here, minding my own business. Happen to glance out the window. There's these two females coming down my track. Hundred and twenty yards away.

 Taller one's a blonde. Other one has brown hair. I'm aware that they're both dressed in bright, clashy colours. Blue and red patches of colour. Sort of gaudy shit hikers wear.

 Seeing a blonde female and a smaller, brown haired chick marching boldly towards my cottage, the old mind does a quick computation:

 Got to be Pat's wife ~ she has blonde hair, like that. And he has a teenage daughter with brown hair. Obviously, they're coming to bring me a message from Pat. Cool.

 Then I realise the Orange Dog's about and the front door's open. I call Orange Dog in ~ so she won't bite them, if they get too near the gate. Then, spotting that le Ding's had a crap, I automatically bag that. 

 Glancing up at my visitors, I see they've turned around and are heading back away! They'd obviously saw me and turned back. WTF?!

 Thinking about it, I realised that, if Pat wanted to get a message to me? How about he'd fucking phone me? Wouldn't go sending his family on a hike down here.

 Thought some more and decided, based on those bright coloured clothes, it probably was Hikers. Couple of tourists. Out to take in the countryside. Saw the track to this place. Took it as a road and came down it.

  Yet, ye can clearly see my cottage from the top gate. 130 yards away. They must've been at 100 yards when I showed myself. It was Me that turned them. Not seeing a cottage ahead.

  I mentioned this to Lyn Logan, in town. She said that Irish people wouldn't give a fuck. They'd sniff down any track. Just to see where it led. Can't remember her opinion on why they turned back on seeing I was about though. I figured tourists.

 That was three, four weeks back. The other day, I leaned back and glanced out the window. Here they come again!!! This time, I simply shrugged and told myself they'd have seen me through the window.

  Sure enough. Having finished reading the post I was looking at, I checked: Empty track. They'd turned on their heels again.

  Now, here's the fucker; Who the hell takes three week / month holidays in Leitrim? Tourists, be fucked! Yet, there's two types of people who boldly stride forward like these two were: 

 Seasoned Hikers, striding out along a mapped route. Or people on a mission, going somewhere they've been before and are perfectly accustomed to going.

   Saw Pat, this evening. Asked him. No way would his wife be wandering about at the times I saw these girls. She's looking after kiddies all day. Regular as clockwork.

  Yet, nor has Pat ~ who's out and about at all hours ~ ever seen any females / dress fitting this description. And, my track leads to no where but here. There's fuck all beyond here that anyone would want to approach through here.

  I mentioned this to Dean O', the other night. It's almost as if they were coming down here to visit my Dogs or horses. No. It'd be the horses. Because the Dogs are in, with me, till I get up. Then I'm about, look.

  But, the horses are penned behind a high, solid gate. Can't even see them in there .....

 Just what the fuck are they doing, coming here? Do they come here before I get up? Do they come when I'm in town, one day a week? (No. If they knew what day I was away, they wouldn't come the other days, when I'm here). Fuck.

  And they turn on their heels the moment they glimpse me. Yet they come back and try again. What the fuck is going on here ....?

 Stay tuned .....