The Great Barrow Run

We’re about 5k south of Carlow, and there is a diversion off the Barrow Way for essential maintenance. At first, being Irish, you assume the plastic barriers, warning tape and signs couldn’t possibly mean you. But as you begrudgingly leave the towpath that has become something of a lifeline over the previous day, you spy … More The Great Barrow Run

For Matt

This unassuming patch of grass overlooking the Mill Lane, where I grew up, is at the heart of St. Mary’s Park. There are quite a few ‘old school’ housing estates like this around the country, where solidly-built houses surround an open space. If there were plans for these open spaces, it seems that these were … More For Matt

Floral interlude

It’s a tricky thing, Spring. It arrives at varying times according to who you are talking to at the time. Astronomer. Wiccan. Celt. Meteorologist. Farmer. Weather folks tend to go for the 1st March. It’s clean and simple. Astronomers favour the 1st of February. Though some work off the Vernal Equinox, and have a different … More Floral interlude

Epic

IN WHICH THE EPIC SPORTING SUCCESS TOOK PLACE ON THE RUGBY PITCH, WHILST THE FAR MORE MODEST EXPLOITS OF ONE M.A.F.* TOOK A BACK SEAT… After Ireland’s success in the Six Nations (that’s rugby, for those that live under a rock, or certainly, not on this particular rock), there were high hopes for the two … More Epic

Boxing Day

IN WHICH WE BID FAREWELL TO THE LAST OF THE SNOW, DO A BIT TO HELP OUT WITH A GREAT CAUSE, AND GET BACK TO SOME SORT OF NORMALITY(ISH) So the snow has all but melted. It left us with some happy memories, lots of photos, and in my case, broken gutters. That’s a small … More Boxing Day

Like an Eagle

“Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’ Into the future Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’ Into the future I wanna fly like an eagle To the sea Fly like an eagle Let my spirit carry me” Fly Like and Eagle Steve Miller Band Time. Indeed. Wibbly, wobbly, timey-wimey stuff, as we mentioned a while back … More Like an Eagle

A half-arsed half

IN WHICH WE FINALLY ADMIT WE MAY HAVE WRUNG THE LAST DROPS OUT OF ALL OF LAST YEAR’S TRAINING FOR DUBLIN AS WE HIT DONADEA UP FOR A HALF, AND DONADEA HITS BACK… Saturday was World Half Marathon Day. I know. Who knew? Well, the numbers were kind of catchy, so I guess it just … More A half-arsed half