The loved ones we call the deaddepart from us and for a whileare absent. And then as ifcalled back by our love, they comenear us again. They enter our dreams.We feel they have been near uswhen we have not thought of them.They are simply here, simply waitingwhile we are distracted amongour obligations. At lastit comes … More Remembering Michael
Way, way back in April of this year, I did a little event called the Connemarathon. Because I am both kind and also recognise the chronic laziness of my readers, I am supplying the link to that race report here. There is absolutely no need to thank me. I managed to mooch around the forty … More Unfinished Business
IN WHICH WE RETURN TO SOME FAMILIAR STOMPING GROUNDS UP THE DUBLIN MOUNTAINS, PAY OUR RESPECTS TO MY LATE DAD, AND MAKE THREE DETOURS ALONG THE WAY… The week’s weather was largely settled; overcast but generally benign. Or to borrow from the late, great author, Douglas Adams, what you might call ‘mostly harmless’. Tuesday brought … More Every path a river
Whoever handles the local branch of the World Instagram account seems to have overdone it a little on the filters. As a graphic designer in a previous life, I can put my hand up and admit there were times when I may have overdone it on the saturation, but this feels like the sliders have … More Hue, Saturation, Brightness…
Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’Into the futureTime keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’Into the future ‘Fly Like an Eagle’Steve Miller Band I seem to be having a lot of those moments lately. I have no doubt the canny Germans have sprinkled a little vorsprung durch technik magic dust onto a few words and bolted together … More Slip slidin’
Saoirse lost her Mum to cancer when she was twenty-eight. Her Mum was only fifty-nine. Twenty-eight years later, she has lost her Dad. Michael passed away in hospital after a short illness at the age of eighty-eight, and the funeral was last Tuesday. Needless to say, it’s been a rough few weeks for the family. … More Farewell
IN WHICH GARY AND I HAD PLANNED TO DO A LONG OLD RUN AND HIKE AROUND LEITRIM, AND THE IRISH WEATHER SAID ‘HOLD MY BEER…’ Sunday was the last day of Summer, according to the met folk. And in fairness to them, they had also accurately predicted the weekend’s weather. Gary and I had hatched … More Decimated
Voyager 1 was launched on September 5th, 1977. I was nine years old. Today, it is over 15 billion miles away from Earth, moving at 38,000 miles per hour. It operates on 69 KB of memory, using modified Fortran code. It still sends back amazing data to our planet. According to Garmin, my little watch … More Is there anybody out there?
I just needed a little nudge. Gary is good at nudging. This particular nudge was prompted by the fallow running period following the Connemarathon in April, when we were both struggling a bit with motivation. May’s total dipped under 50k, June was shy of a marathon, and July said ‘hold my beer’ and managed a … More Challenge accepted
The weather has been good of late. Unseasonably hot for these parts. Of course, we marvel at our 32° in Galway while Portugal gets baked with 45° so it’s all relative, I guess. Essentially, there has been no running of late, nor any gym work. Exercise is taken at work, running up and down stairs … More A drought of sorts…
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