It’s here…
April 15, 2025
Tag: Connemara
New Year, new, eh… year (and some new shoes)
January 2, 2024
That whole ‘new year, new me’ stuff really gives me the ick. (On a temporal point of order, as someone I follow online quite rightly suggested, we should celebrate the Winter Solstice, not some arbitrary date like the 31st or the 25th, which is itself ripped off from a variety of religions and whatever you’re … More New Year, new, eh… year (and some new shoes)
Who knows…
December 26, 2023
“Across the evening skyAll the birds are leavingBut how can they knowIt’s time for them to go? Before the winter fireI will still be dreamingI have no thought of time For who knows where the time goes?Who knows where the time goes?” Who Knows Where the Time Goes?Fairport Convention Well, Dad, that was some year. … More Who knows…
The Isle of the White Cow
October 6, 2020
“Are you bringing your runners to Inishbofin?” asked S. “Nope”, I replied. This was the prelude to our second, short breakaway from the east coast in a time of Covid. We were heading about as far west as you can go and still be in Ireland. Inishbofin is a small island off the coast of … More The Isle of the White Cow
Out West for a break…
September 13, 2020
Our long weekend break out west deserves a much better blog post than the one I am about to create, but time is pressing, and I have another large post to prepare, so this will really be a photo-montage of sorts. We had a few days staying at the excellent Delphi Adventure Centre, which should … More Out West for a break…
Perspective
March 11, 2020
a particular attitude towards or way of regarding something; a point of view: most guidebook history is written from the editor’s perspective. • [ mass noun ] true understanding of the relative importance of things; a sense of proportion: we must keep a sense of perspective about what he’s done | though these figures shock, … More Perspective
Hello, Dublin!
October 8, 2019
Well, it has indeed been a little while since we last met. That goes for both the Dublin Marathon, and you and I, dear reader. The effects of Connemara are still being felt. After-shocks, you might call them, of the running kind. Not the seismic variety; more just heavy legs, niggly groins, grumbly knees and … More Hello, Dublin!
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