Friday in Armagh
Northern Ireland. Pleasant enough but time to move on. Had a grand brekky white pudding bacon eggs etc.
My hostess was a delight and I was able to do a repair on a chair which was good.
But time to roll through the county toward Skigo. What a grand ride. Hills narrow lanes quaint villages. A good day on the bike ...which is better than most days anywhere else.
Through the Iron Hills from Cavan and toward Sligo.
What a delight. Proper farmland with0 trailer loads of sheep to the market.
Down through farmland forests and people engaged on the land. Some terrific homesteads.
Stopped at a roadside shop to spend s half hour with a rightful chap. Was I staying at the New Zealanders house ?
No. Do you know this fella who was in my street and did pretty well. Of course I knew of him..
So we yearned away for a decent time. He taught me the difference between blackwood and white wood walking sticks. Handy to know that stuff of course. I got a snap of his shop.
So I carried on toward Sligo and thought better of another big town, and down the road, the west Atlantic way.
Along the road I was reminded of the property crash caused by the greedy US Banks and the property boom and as a result lots of houses that were built in Ireland remain unoccupied. Incredible unforeseen consequences. The picture here looks like one of the many, new and empty.
As the mist turned more like drizzle a Hotel appeared and in accord with an old Jimmy Tarbuck joke I magically turned into a Pub !
And here I am with Carol the owner. And maybe can on her advice find a seaweed bath. That should be fun.
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My hostess was a delight and I was able to do a repair on a chair which was good.
But time to roll through the county toward Skigo. What a grand ride. Hills narrow lanes quaint villages. A good day on the bike ...which is better than most days anywhere else.
Through the Iron Hills from Cavan and toward Sligo.
What a delight. Proper farmland with0 trailer loads of sheep to the market.
Down through farmland forests and people engaged on the land. Some terrific homesteads.
Stopped at a roadside shop to spend s half hour with a rightful chap. Was I staying at the New Zealanders house ?
No. Do you know this fella who was in my street and did pretty well. Of course I knew of him..
So we yearned away for a decent time. He taught me the difference between blackwood and white wood walking sticks. Handy to know that stuff of course. I got a snap of his shop.
So I carried on toward Sligo and thought better of another big town, and down the road, the west Atlantic way.
Along the road I was reminded of the property crash caused by the greedy US Banks and the property boom and as a result lots of houses that were built in Ireland remain unoccupied. Incredible unforeseen consequences. The picture here looks like one of the many, new and empty.
As the mist turned more like drizzle a Hotel appeared and in accord with an old Jimmy Tarbuck joke I magically turned into a Pub !
And here I am with Carol the owner. And maybe can on her advice find a seaweed bath. That should be fun.
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