The saddle was the only sore point... 

like a painting

You can travel great distances with the wind against your back.... its the return journey which kills you.

Sometimes there are better views behind the scenes..

This is about 25km

Sunbathing happened all day...

many a rest for the ass

A very nice welcome

and today a knees up

Good god, its good to be relaxing

please choose your favourite

I've been to tipperary,  and then to dublin... and then to Galway...  and then to Connemara...  and I forgot my laptop charger... so you'll forgive the lateness of this entry.

More photos to follow later.

My journey on friday, took me some 100 miles south of dublin. Down to see cathy and Justin and all the crew.  Its my extended family. my exit into a world with chickens, trampoleans,  boat builders and good times. 

I stopped off at the rock.. in Cashel, Tipperary..  its called the rock,  cause its on a big one.

the rock from Hore abbey

One has to pay into the rock,  but hore abbey is just across the road in a field.  Cows aren't scary... really.   Hore abbey is like a miniture rock...  I like this shot. I just happened past a window and there she was.  I have another with the flash on... its a bit too much though.

The altar

I've contrasted the shit out of this one,  so you can't really see the altar any more...  The ceiling above me is gone  and also over the altar..  but a piece is still in place .. this isn't "altared"  except for contrast.

Anyway,  now that I'm back with power... ....  thank jehova I didn't forget the camera charger.  Whatever power was in the laptop I used to download photos...  I've a ton,  we'll have to see. ..  found a new way to take a photo yesterday.. 

Favourites in a while...

A very short story

The last time he held his breath like that was December, the lines on his face bothered him. He held his breath, as if trying to stop for a moment the passage of time. With struggle he let it out. Those eyes look tired, that skin isn't as taught as it used to be.

Something clicked, some distant memory of how it used to be. How he used to be. The realisation that time waits for no man. The thought of life actually being short wasn't one that suddenly came upon him, it was a trickle at first... now as he peered at the increasingly freckled skin and the numerous white hairs...he knew he wasn't impervious to time anymore.

Before, it was easy, he only wondered about what he would be like as an uncle... he wondered would he go on holidays and where to party on a saturday night... Old age was indeed approaching, for now all he thought about was pensions and invoices, dinner parties and cycling. But with all these wrinkles came something that cancelled out what he felt he'd lost. He had discovered himself, how to say what he wanted without causing offence to others. He found calmness or what made him calm. He discovered joy in things he never would have considered 10 years previous. Life was still full of wonder for him, but it had a certainness and direction that it had lacked for some time.

Just staring in the rear view mirror, at traffic lights, counting down seconds in his head, ... holding his breath... he thought all those thoughts....

They say people have as many as 20,000 thoughts a day, some undoubtedly of an erogenous nature... but some indeed are about all the things in the world. I find the world .... I want to use the word predictable, but predictable only describes a section of the world. Its complexity is never ending. 

 Such is the beauty of life here... one could never get bored.

My own slant at the past ten years in Guinness advertising

I got bored this evening...

I used to drink guinness all the time....  its so nice after the second pint...