Low Winter Sun

Lockdown Part III continues. I have to say, it’s rather losing its lustre, this whole lockdown business. And I say that as someone who can survive this reasonably unscathed. The main reason is that, as a fireman in the retained service, I have effectively been ‘doing lockdown’ for about fifteen years. I’m not fishing for … More Low Winter Sun

Canal dreams

The heading gave me a little brain tingle, so I checked it out, and sure enough, it is indeed a title of an Iain Banks novel. I’ve read quite a few of his, and they’re damn fine, but I haven’t gotten around to this one yet. Still, after Christmas, there is always a neat pile … More Canal dreams

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