Back on the clock

How’s your lockdown? To suggest that your mileage may vary would be a massive understatement. Not too many countries come out of this coronavirus pandemic with gold stars, but definitely New Zealand gets an honourable mention. Here in Ireland, we have done okay. Okay is a piss-poor word if you were stuck in a nursing … More Back on the clock

Farewell, 2018

Well, a quick post follows. The year has ended in that typical rush, when all the jobs you thought you had lots of time to complete all telescoped into one mad scramble. I suppose ripping out the home office, redecorating, and trying to reassemble everything in time for work wasn’t the best plan. But if … More Farewell, 2018

A step too far

Winter is well and truly upon us. The bird feeders have been stocked, firewood has been delivered and stacked, and shopping bags are starting to accumulate in the bedroom, with orders not to look inside. On Saturday, I dragged my weary bones over to Castletown House demense to see if I could make a dent … More A step too far

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

Ducks in a row

IN WHICH THERE ARE RUNS THAT RAN OUT, WALKS BY THE CANAL, EVEN MORE CANAL (THIS TIME IN KAYAKS) AND A NICE CODA The workout schedule has gone a little hat-stand but that’s okay. Last saturday was a short run after a long, hot day. As I recall, a good day. An early start, and then … More Ducks in a row