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
The weather continues to taunt and tease. I don’t mind the teasing so much, but the taunting seems unnecessary. May is my favourite month. We gamely soldier on through the Spring, patiently waiting for the rains to cease and the winds to run out of steam. It seems like it will never end. And then, … More Ne’er cast a clout till May is out
They say you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take, which is also true of photographs, it turns out. I snuck in a quick 10k during the week, before work, and as soon as I reached the top of the hill, I could sense some regret about not bringing the phone. It had been … More Schrödinger’s photos
I followed up the Djouce summit last Saturday with a more traditional unironedman route on Sunday, heading out through the local park, and then around by the state labs via Tubber Lane. This road was closed to all traffic including pedestrians, while the new link road was being built, but I’m happy to see now … More A floral tribute
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