I followed up the Djouce summit last Saturday with a more traditional unironedman route on Sunday, heading out through the local park, and then around by the state labs via Tubber Lane. This road was closed to all traffic including pedestrians, while the new link road was being built, but I’m happy to see now … More A floral tribute
I have the wipers on intermittent, but the truth is, it’s lashing. I’m in denial. We pull into the grassy field to park up the car, but not before we both note, simultaneously, that the area is called Gallows Hill. I suppose, given the state of the weather, humour is going to be the best … More An accidental triathlete
“Mackerel sky, mackerel sky. Never long wet and never long dry” You will never waste time staring at clouds. I know folks like to wax lyrical about snowflakes and how they are all unique. Your mileage may vary. But hands up here who has ever actually seen a snowflake under a microscope? And then another, … More Big Mackerel Sky
It didn’t all start with the failed fostering of Ernie the wonder hound. But he certainly was the actual nail in the proverbial. Ernie is a 40 kg greyhound, and we took him on a few months back with a view to fostering and possibly adopting. He didn’t so much hit it off, as hit … More Just a little leak
As promised, this post contains images of the recently unveiled tree sculpture in our local park. Bravo to whoever made the decision to engage an artist to make something creative out of a dead Beech tree. I know if that tree had been half a mile further west, in Kildare instead of Fingal County Council, … More This. This is fine…
IN WHICH WE MAKE PLANS, BECAUSE AT THE END OF THE DAY, IT’S GOOD TO HAVE A PLAN, AND ALSO, IT’S A ROUTINE FEATURE OF LIFE ON THIS PLANET THAT EVERY PLAN YOU EVER MAKE IS SUBJECT TO TERMS AND CONDITIONS (OR THE ‘PUNCH IN THE FACE’ THEORY, ACCORDING TO MIKE TYSON…) Let’s get to … More Tales of the unexpected
IN WHICH WE REVISIT AN OLD FRIEND, WITH SOME OLD FRIENDS AND NEW, AND TAKE A JAUNT DOWN IRELAND’S LONGEST GREENWAY IN SEARCH OF HERITAGE, HISTORY AND WORLD RECORDS… I’m staring at the ruffled waters of Richmond Harbour in Clondra. It’s about 7am on a Saturday morning, 12th September, 2020, and I’m still a little … More A Right Royal Triathlon
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
After the excitement of the Athy triathlon and the prospect of kick-starting the marathon training programme, my body (and mostly the legs department) gave me a reality check. I had done a few decent runs in the week after the race, culminating in a parkrun. Heavy legs; slow times. No issue with that, and … More Whoa there!
Too long a sacrifice Can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice? That is Heaven’s part, our part To murmur name upon name, As a mother names her child When sleep at last has come On limbs that had run wild from ‘Easter 1916’ WB Yeats It may be April Fool’s Day … More A terrible beauty…
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