IN WHICH WE REACQUAINT OURSELVES WITH THE WILD WEST OF CONNEMARA, DISCOVER THE DANGERS OF DISCO, AND MAKE SOME NEW FRIENDS: THE CONNEMARA ULTRA RACE REPORT Somewhere along the road to Clifden, Gary and JC are chatting in the front as I peer out the windows from the back seat. I forget the lead-up to … More Shuffling the deck
Not long to go now. On Saturday afternoon, Gary, JC and I will head west towards Connemara and our accommodation in Clifden. And the following morning we will all arise and get going on our various missions. There are three distances, and between us all, we will tackle all three; the half, the full and … More Westward Ho!
By the time I caught up with her, she was out of sight. It’s one of those daft things you hear as a kid, and it sticks with you. Not sure of its provenance, nor does it matter, I suppose, though I recall my Mum used to say it to us, and she found it … More Those Marsh Marigolds kinda snuck up on me…
The weather has been fine of late. Plenty of sunshine. But we still have that chill wind from the East, so Spring is on the subs bench, but it’s not yet on the pitch. It’s been busy at work; this is the time when everyone drags their old mower out of the shed for that … More Back on track
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