Now it turns out the joke’s on me, ‘coz a tapir’s top speed is 30 miles per hour, and for that, I’d have to be dropped out of a plane. I might hit it on the bike for a few seconds, going downhill. But whatever. At this stage, the poor joke is already dead (see: … More Taper? Tapir, more like…
IN WHICH WE HAVE AN INTERNAL DEBATE OVER CHOICE OF TITLE FOR THIS POST: ‘GRACE OF DUBLIN BAY’ BEING ONE, AND ‘MISSING: ONE MOJO’ BEING ANOTHER CONTENDER… “The Cambrian sediments in Howth and Ireland’s Eye to the northeast of Dublin have been mapped and the submarine deltaic Censure Group and the overlying Nose of Howth … More Have you seen the head lately?
“There are places I’ll rememberAll my life though some have changedSome forever, not for betterSome have gone and some remain” In My LifeThe Beatles Okay. Don’t panic. For my friends and dear readers abroad, that’s a little bit of Irish. I know one of my blogging colleagues will not only recognise it, but will understand … More Ar Nós na Gaoithe
AFTER A WEEK-LONG FIESTA OF FOOD, BOTANICAL BOUNTY AND PERFECT PERAMBULATIONS, WE BID A FOND FAREWELL TO OUR FAVOURITE PLACE ON EARTH. BUT NOT BEFORE WE SAMPLED THE WEIRD WATERS OF LOUGH GEALÁIN AND PUT OUR UNDERPANTS ON OUR HEAD… Holidays. They are all about eating and drinking without a care in the world, interspersed with … More The Burren Beckons