Wordle...

Lack of blogging...

I'm Still Alive...

Unfortunately there's just no time to do much by way of blogging. Ho hum. Will sort it out I guess. Jings.

Memories are made of this...

Ballydavid on the Dingle Peninsula:

Well...over for another year.

We're back. Failed dismally to update the blog during the trip and lacking the wherewithal/inspiration/energy to do so now. Loads done/seen/photographed and perhaps I'll get around to getting it all down at some point soon. Who can say?

Here we go again...

Well now, we're mere hours away from another trip to Ireland. "Going Green in the Emerald Isle" is the subtitle of this trip, necessitating - as it does - some eco-friendly malarkey for an article or two in the autumn. Much excitement abounds in the household. Sleep beckons, so until the morning (which is actually now, it being after midnight and all) I shall go.

Vague plans are pretty much all we have. I think that's best. Less room for stress and disappointment. As Ardal O'Hanlon once said, "if you expect a kick in the ba**s, then a slap in the face is a victory."

All I do know is that we plan to head for Dublin on Wednesday, staying in Co. Wicklow on Wednesday night then winding our way down towards West Cork to catch up with some friends in Schull later in the week.

Watch this space as they say in the world of the organised...

Literally literary...

Well, that's it. The book proposal is away. Hence, I might add, the lack of updates on this site what with not wanting anyone to see the masterpiece ahead of time and all that (ahem).

There may - finances permitting - be a Round Ireland 2 this summer as we'd love to get to some of the bits we missed before. We shall see. Finances aside, it very much depends on the state of the Banana Bus. We've had a bit of an incident...

Absolutely shocking.

This lack of activity. In my defence I can site laziness, overtiredness and a new baby.

I have given myself some sort of Herculean mission to finish this trip write up one way or another but it is looking increasingly likely that we'll have been on (and returned from) this year's holiday (Wales, possibly) before I even get written up as far as Cork.

By way of atonement (yeah, like this goes any way towards getting this thing finished...) I present a picture of Ben and I outside the greatest pub in the world. Probably.