Had a fantastic weekend last weekend in Northern Ireland. took a billion pictures of the giants causeway. wobbled across the famous rope bridge, was driven up the scenic Antrim coast.
The differences & similarities with Scotland where fascinating, its great to go to a another country that still has a distinct culture of its own rather than some tesco led tele-glued hedgeomony.
All of which is secondary of course to the wonderful company i was in, but i'll stop before i make the casual blog reader feel ill.
Next weekend i get my own back & drag my Irish companion around the north coast of scottieland, in the slightly less luxurious mode of camping & the miniscule mouse infested bou-mobile.
meanwhile, full time work continues a pace. I had to get our old cat put down as she was dying in a slow unpleasant manner.
No art is getting done whatsoever...eeek.
The differences & similarities with Scotland where fascinating, its great to go to a another country that still has a distinct culture of its own rather than some tesco led tele-glued hedgeomony.
All of which is secondary of course to the wonderful company i was in, but i'll stop before i make the casual blog reader feel ill.
Next weekend i get my own back & drag my Irish companion around the north coast of scottieland, in the slightly less luxurious mode of camping & the miniscule mouse infested bou-mobile.
meanwhile, full time work continues a pace. I had to get our old cat put down as she was dying in a slow unpleasant manner.
No art is getting done whatsoever...eeek.
3 comments:
Ohhhh, scarey bridge!
Poor wee cat...
It was on CBBC this week, and the lady presenter cried when she had to go across. Cried like a woman.
ooo did i tell yous that from the plane going home i could see the sea bed ? Mr McCoul could easy wade across its not very far at all to kintyre. course if he headed the wrong way he'd trip over rocks n stuff & drown.
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