"I was born in sixty-seven, the year of Sergeant Pepper, And Are You Experienced..." (© Porcupine Tree). I've decided to do an Iron Man race before I turn fifty. Not so much a rage against the dying of the light, as being slightly miffed at the brevity of the sunset. That, and I've noticed I'm holding jars at arm's length in order to read the labels.
The following is more of a photo essay than a blog post. Work continues, as does the gym, and I managed a paltry 5k at the weekend. My brother was over for a visit so there were, em, distractions, and of course, there was some rugby to be watched. But overall, it’s very much ‘as … More Leaves to appeal
The first fire of the season smoulders in the grate. My brother is over for the week, neatly coinciding with our Mum’s birthday, and he and I made short work of the last few logs which needed sawing, splitting and stacking. It’s next year’s firewood (unless we have a horrendously long Winter!), and the best … More Making tracks
Gym continues, and I have managed to fulfil my duties as regards getting in three sessions per week. I am noticing a few improvements in some areas, but I can’t say the classic bench press is doing a whole lot, as far as I can tell. We’ll stick at it, anyway. I have at least … More A run and some recollections
Life goes on is one of those aphorisms we all bandy about. And of course, it’s true. Until it’s not. For a good friend, life came to a sudden end on August 28th. John Kelly was a Kildare man, and he lived on our lane. You won’t find a more decent soul on this planet. … More Autumn Leaves
So. No blog for ages. Then two show up together. Typical. In my defence, I, em… actually, scratch that. I have no defence really. I have been tippin’ away at the film as time allows over the last couple of months, and figured it would be ready when it was ready. As with all projects … More The Wicklow Way – A Journey for my Father
Just a quick wee post to let you all know that I am still here, plodding away. I know you worry. You really shouldn’t. The travails of the Wicklow Way certainly curtailed running for a while, and then I joined a gym. I can assure it was a pure accident. I was walking past the … More We haven’t gone away, you know…
IN WHICH WE TAKE TO THE HILLS IN ORDER TO TEST OURSELVES ONCE MORE AGAINST THE ELEMENTS, AND DISCOVER THAT THE ELEMENTS REALLY DON’T CARE WHAT THE HELL WE GET UP TO… ELEMENTS-1, HUMANS-0… EVERY TIME… BUT COULD SALVATION COME IN THE FORM OF A MAN SPORTING A BEARD ON WHICH KEIRA KNIGHTLEY ONCE CAVORTED? … More One step closer to home: The Wicklow Way report
I have extolled the virtues of parkrun before on this blog. And I’m going to do it again. Even though I drifted away from this wonderful event over the years when I indulged my marathon and ultra habit, it was always there, waiting patiently for me to return. Well, strictly-speaking, that’s not true, of course. … More Long live parkrun
So eight years ago, I set up this blog. On this very date. Just had a look at the first post I published, and it’s mercifully short. Indeed, I am sure many of you would prefer if I could embrace that brevity once more. Not going to happen 🙂 The eagle-eyed amongst you might also … More Happy Anniversary to me
“The true meaning of life, Wesley, is to plant trees under whose shade you do not expect to sit.”Nelson Henderson According to the internet – our modern-day oracle – the Henderson family left Ireland during the Great Famine (1845-52). One of the offspring, Wes, wrote a book about his life, and you can find a … More Meetings with remarkable people
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