Well up the mountains for the night! So very,very hot, even high up in the Mournes. Came down brown as a berry. My backpack was far, far too heavy I had to keep stopping to take it off. Eventually I reached a waterfall and seeing a couple of families in swimming. Went in swimming myself . Heaven. After walking about nine hours in the heat, the big dog, 'Tor' simply refused to walk anymore so decided to camp for the night at the Spelga Dam Resevoir. 'Tor' is a Spitz husky type dog with a double coat for extreme cold temps. We were both totally dead to the world in the tent , when I heard a voice saying quite clearly , 'Padraig!' . I was sure this was my imagination and turned on the light. But , sure enough my dog was sitting bolt upright looking in the direction of the voice with great attention. This was in the middle of the night high up in the mountains in the middle of nowhere. What was it? Well it was a woman' voice. We should always pray for the souls in Purgatory, but one of my all time favorites is for those we owe charity most too when they were alive. Perhaps a relative, a teacher a Supervisor at work, Who knows? But we have debts that should be paid and we should pray for them. They prayed for us , we should pray for them and not have them waking us up in the middle of the night and giving us heart attacks.