Getting ready for the Botanic Gardens photowalk later this month. It’ll be a bit different than the January walk. A few less inches of ice and snow for starters.
September 2002. A trip out to Sherkin Island with Kev and Foss to swim (or paddle shin deep in my case), play football on the beach, take some photos and just enjoy the sun. Didn’t think I’d be back here only 7 seemingly short years later for Kev’s stag party. Then, the confirmation came that the other fella, Foss, is now also engaged. Good thing I don’t have a tendency to feel like the odd one out!
April 2003. One of the friendly and amazingly soft pawed ring tailed lemurs at Fota Island Wildlife Park in Cork. This was back when they’d come down out of the trees and run around visitors legs, hoping one of them might have a packet of crisps or a banana or something. On all my subsequent visits to Fota, I’ve never been this close to them again.
One more from Glasgow before I pack the laptop up with the rest of the boxes. Somewhere on the Loch Lomond drive I think (open to correction) there was a parking spot with a convenient amount of picturesque frozen stuff within spitting distance. Course, if you had spit, it would have frozen instantly and you’d have been left with an icicle hanging off your head. But I digress… Next post will be from wherever I can scab broadband from forRead More
The only thing that makes relaxing in ones own back garden anyway less enjoyable is knowing how much work has to be done to it. Or maybe doing the work is the enjoyable part?!? Herein lies the proof that we had at least one day this summer when it didn’t rain. Ahh Irish summers, best subject for complaint ever!