Friday, 16 February 2018

Walking Over The Peninsula.

How are you OK? 

I got absolutely saturated walking today.  Did you see Walks With My Dog last night?  Dogs aren't allowed to walk on our peninsula, the Sheeps Head Way.  There are sheep grazing a long with cows and even BULLS! 

That's another tale! When I walked up and down mountains and glens and met a herd of Limousin cows, calves and a great big bull who was not happy to see me and I decided to walk (almost run) five miles back over the hills and faraway.

I have been walking the roads and looking at the bays and shaking my head at cars whizzing by whilst I walk on the tarmac.  The pictures are of my walk over the peninsula and through to Durrus.  

I stopped talking to a farmer on the way.  Our conversation went from it being the wettest year ever last year to the price of Polish coal and did I have any livestock and how we had just been to Portugal for my jollies in JANUARY.  Eh?

 Dunmanus Bay in the distance
 Lonely boreens.

A Georgian ruin.  I wonder if Jane Austen use to stay here on her holidays?

Tuesday, 13 February 2018

A Metal Bench Made By Our Smallholding Blacksmith.

Number One son did weld and make and paint this garden bench for us the other week.

 We even managed to paint some of the shed floor.
It cost me over one hundred Euros in steel and paint.  But it should last a long time.  Unlike the last metal garden furniture I bought.  It lasted two years.  Why is that everything you buy doesn't last?  Perhaps they should come with the label: 'Made to rust and break'?

Saturday, 10 February 2018

A Strange Dream,.

I have walked thirty seven miles this week along the roads of the peninsula and this morning I walked to town,  I am eating like an horse and sleeping like a log.  

Talking of sleeping: I had a strange dream the other night.  I walked into the front room (lounge) and there was my my mum and dad sat on the couch.  

They looked a lot younger than I remember them.  I would say they were in their sixties.   My dad was wearing a check jacket and he had his hair cut.  My mum had longer dyed blonde hair and she was wearing her red jumper and a gold necklace.  It wasn't really gold.  But it looked gold and our two lads use to play with it when they were toddlers.  

I asked them what it was like living in Heaven these days?

They said it was OK and my mother said:

"It's not like what you think Heaven is like."

I looked at them with a bemused expression.

My dad said:  

"It's not all singing hymns and supping cups of tea.  It's just like Earth but the sun always shines and nobody worries and everybody is happy.."  He was starting to sound like Alf Garnett when he said God is C of E.

Then I woke up.  It was nice to hear from my late parents.  Even if it was only a dream!

Thursday, 8 February 2018

A Face At The Kitchen Window.

Rachel wrote about ghostly happenings at her house in Norfolk  yesterday.  I thought I would share one experience of a ghostly apparition I had a few years a go.  The photograph is of our kitchen and its windows.

It was late Autumn and just going dark.  I went to the sink and I could see a woman looking through  the window at me. She was dressed like the woman in the Scottish Widow advert, complete with a black hooded gown.  She was an old woman with greyish white hair and had a bony pointy nose.

I shouted to my wife:


She looked out of the window on the left and saw the woman's cloak swoop past.

We had both witnessed a ghost.  

My late mother use to tell me there was no reason to be afraid of ghosts.  She believed that it was ancestors coming back to see if we are OK.

That night we looked at the death certificates we have collected since we have lived here.  My wife  noticed my great grandmothers death anniversary occurred the day before our ghostly apparition.  Could it have been her looking in the window?

Thomas Hardy once saw a ghost in Stinsford grave yard.  It's  good to know that you don't have to be a famous author to see a ghost.  I have seen three ghosts and often smelt tobacco and hear hob nailed boots and creaking farm gates that no longer exist next the farmhouse.

Have you seen a ghost?

Tuesday, 6 February 2018

Another One Of My Walks.

I went on another of my walks yesterday.  This was eight miles long and I passed two people walking a dog and one car.

New lambs were walking along the roads with their mothers and there was no wind and no rain.  It's a good job I never took no notice of the weather forecast.  They said there was a seventy percent chance of rain.  I think they look out of the window in Dublin or London if you live in Blighty.  Then they tell us the whole of the countries forecast.

Did you see Britain's one hundred best walks last week on the old John Logie Baird machine?  It was great wasn't it?

Sunday, 4 February 2018

Rambling On The Peninsula.

Bantry Bay yesterday (Saturday) on the North side (that sounds like a good title for a blog) of the Sheeps Head Peninsula in Cork, Ireland.   

It's still too wet to even think of doing any gardening work at the moment.  We have had some nice -ish days though and I walked thirty Miles this week.   I can't do Kilometres can you?  All the signs in the South of Ireland are in Metric and its Miles in the North and Blighty still?  I wonder when or if Brexit happens will everything go back to Imperial?  

I walked four Miles each day from Sunday to Thursday.  Then I had a day off from walking on Friday.   Friday was a day of  tidying out buildings and under beds and filling black bags with shoes and clothes for the clothes banks.  Why are there no book banks?  They are going into the garage with lots of other eitems and we will arrange for an homeless charity to send their van round to collect all our unwanted household items.  Anybody de-cluttering at the moment?

 Yesterday I walked the twelve Miles to my brother's house.  Then the good wife did pick me up and drove us back over the Goats Path in a Bantry direction to our house.   I opened a can of Budweizer and tucked into a bowl of homemade stew.  I haven't felt so good for years!

Tuesday, 30 January 2018

Walking Every Day And The Joys Of Spotify.

The weather is reasonably dry here in Ireland at the moment with just an odd bit of mizzle.  I walked twenty six miles last week  in the Algarve and I am walking 4 miles a day here back in Eire.  Unbelievably it was warmer here than Morocco on Sunday.  The seasons really are up the spout aren't they?  You get better days in Winter than you do in Summer these days.

One thing I have noticed in Ireland while I am walking along the roads is the amount of rubbish washed up on the beaches and in the rough grass, brambles, hedgerows and farmers fields next to the roads.  Most of it is plastic waste.  It's so different to the Algarve.  

Last week we noticed the Portuguese have litter bins on all the beaches and every road has those big industrial wheelie bins for you to dispose of your rubbish free.  There is no rubbish thrown out of cars and I think countries should follow Portugal's example.   

Any way. The two lads introduced me to the joys of Spotify last week.  For ten Euros a month we can listen to our favourite music where ever we are.  I down loaded some heavy rock when I walked the Algarve beaches last week.  

Today I walked along our road to the sea listening to Chris De Burgh.  I always walk with just one ear phone in my ear when I am walking of the road.  So that I can hear approaching cars and passing lorries.  Do you listen to music when you're walking or running?  

This is one of the tracks I listen to regularly while I am enjoying my walking.