From home and abroad.
Getting to the summit the easy way, inside a rather small gondola. In the distance, where we started in the car park. Not pictured, where we were going. A beautiful sunny but cold day and a fantastic view awaited us at the top. The more I look at all the Scotland photos in lightroom, the more I want to go back. Soon.. soon..
i.e. what I’d go back over there in. I think I left my phone charger somewhere between Stirling and Fort William, I better go back over and spend 20 years looking for it.
Couldn’t help but think of The Planters Daughter when taking this. All the horror of my tattered leaving cert poetry book came flooding back. Damn you Clarke, and the rest!
The barbed wire fence at the end of the world. Sheeps Head in West Cork.
Off to that castle again tomorrow so won’t be posting over the weekend. Looking out on a contrast ++ sea from the top of Goats Path in West Cork. Just before winding down the other side of the hill into Kilcrohane and onto the headland.
Almost, but not quite… Photowalkers doing their thing during the June get together in west Cork. This particular stop was Garinish Island, one stop after Gougane Barra but one before the impromptu ‘it’s too early to go drinking yet’ trip to Sheeps Head. One of the best photowalks yet, if only because this time I know the area I was traipsing around. Half way there now, only 6 photowalks to go!
An after dinner trip out on the coast road to catch the sunset on the Burren photowalk. Lots more to come over the coming days (and even more when I develop the 2/3 rolls of film). Hope everyone that made the trip enjoyed the day.
A gorgeous day for photographs (of ditches) somewhere between Bleskensgraaf and Streefkerk. There was a windmill there, if that helps you locate it.
Been playing a LOT of Grand Theft Auto 4 recently. A lot.
After promptly educating us, as he so often would, about why a certain place was called what it was, we strolled on down past Porchfield toward Newtown. The incredibly sad news came earlier this evening that Danny (of www.porchfield.com) passed away earlier today. A man of endless kindness and furious wit, he will be sadly missed by all who ever came into contact with him.
An evening stroll on the deserted beach at Spanish Point in Clare. This reminds me that I need to break out the Bronica again very soon.
Another from the Sally Gap, as if you haven\’t had enough already. Nothing too ‘Saint Patricksy’ for today, mostly because going into the other room and plugging in the external drive seems like too much work. Yes, I’m that lazy.
Sally Gap, last weekend. One of the first spots where you can pull the car over and look out over the hills. Until of course some tourists in a rental car trying to park behind you almost break both your legs. Nice day overall though.
Take away the bugs, toads, give her a pair of wellies and I’m sure she’d be right at home.
Distant relative of the swans, here stands the most menacing sheep you’ll ever lay eyes on. Not small, just far away. Menacing all the same though
Small/Far away. You decide. New York from out on the east river.
The morning after the night in Brogans and the 9:30am Sunday breakfast. Bective Abbey, near Trim. Only a few braved the hangovers. More importantly though, breakfast at 9:30am on a Sunday? That’s inhumane!!
The cemetery at Newtown in Trim where you can be cured of your wartyness. Simply bring a safety pin and deposit at the grave of Sir Lucas Dillion and his wife. I didn’t bring a pin so I can’t test the theory.
The gardens at IMMA, a five minute walk from home. Not too shabby for a quick stroll.