“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
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
Okay, so that reference will mean nothing to most folks beyond the English Channel, and that’s no harm. As a programme, it’s a pretty odious piece of work. But certainly as a cultural reference, it’s seeped (like leachate from a landfill) into the public vocabulary. I wonder what Eric Arthur Blair would have made of … More Day Six in the Big Brother House
And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or October, when the wind And the light are working off each other So that the ocean on one side is wild With foam and glitter, and inland among stones The surface of a slate-grey lake … More The Flaggy Shore Beckons
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