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
Those two words. They mean different things to different people, of course. For most engineering types, I suppose it just means the reading on a gauge is going north. I gather it also means to stretch the hole in one’s ear lobe to ever-larger diameters with jewellery. And something in gaming too. For me and … More Gauge up!
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. Charles Dickens‘Great Expectations’ I have no doubt in some esteemed academic circles, paraphrasing Dickens is a sackable offence. We have no fear here, dear reader, at … More Summer in the sun, Winter in the shade…
There are places I rememberAll my life, though some have changedSome forever, not for betterSome have gone and some remain. ‘In my life’Lennon and McCartney It is St. Patrick’s Day as I type this. Do I like this most Irish of festivals that has seen our proud nation’s profile (and our very green standard) raised at many … More Don’t rain on my parade
The weekend has been a little tough on the liver, and the heart. My brother came over for another flying visit, and we had a few pints in the local on Thursday, and then we soaked up a little trad music in a local hotel on Friday, which ended up back in the local pub. … More Great day for it!
This week was very much a rinse and repeat of last week, in terms of work and training. Every day in work is a learning day, and I suppose all this training has to count for something too. Certainly, I feel a little better, even if the body is creaking a bit. I was talking … More Rinse, repeat…
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