My feet are here on BroadwayThis blessed harvest morn,But oh! the ache that’s in my heartFor the spot where I was born.My weary hands are blisteredThrough work in cold and heat!And oh! to swing a scythe once moreThrough a field of Irish wheat.Had I the chance to wander back,Or own a king’s abode.I’d sooner see … More The Ghosts of The Old Bog Road
IN WHICH WE ENJOY A RATHER NICE SPELL OF WEATHER, AND HAVE AN IMPROMPTU BIKE RIDE WHICH TURNS INTO SOMETHING OF A TRIATHLON… The weather has been very pleasant of late. Plenty of high pressure about, and that usually means some sun. Not to be a curmudgeon, but there has also been a prevailing easterly. … More Spoiling a perfectly good bike ride (again)
Okay. That makes no sense. It’s clickbait of the highest order, though of course, my few select readers come of their own volition, so there’s a reasonable chance you are going to read it anyway. But as most of you are either one or the other, or both, it will probably pique your interest. So … More Cycling. Like running, only easier
I sent a text to my mate Ciaran after this run. “30k in the bag”, it read, “legs in the skip.” (And for my readers across the larger of the two ponds that surround this island, that means a dumpster.) Another running mate, Gary, had tapped me up during the week to see if I … More Thirty big ones
IN WHICH WE BID FAREWELL TO THE LAST OF THE SNOW, DO A BIT TO HELP OUT WITH A GREAT CAUSE, AND GET BACK TO SOME SORT OF NORMALITY(ISH) So the snow has all but melted. It left us with some happy memories, lots of photos, and in my case, broken gutters. That’s a small … More Boxing Day
A WEEK IN WHICH WE MAKE TRACKS, FIND NEW TRACKS, AND THEN TRY AND GET BACK ON TRACK…OKAY, MAYBE THAT’S ENOUGH TRACKS FOR NOW… ISN’T IT IRONIC? NO. The problem with a week’s holidays is that it just isn’t enough. We split the week in two: a couple of days in Waterford, and a couple … More One week is not enough
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