Some notes on Ireland
As some of you know, my family are fortunate enough to own a farmhouse in Cork, Ireland, and lucky enough to be able to use it as a holiday home since we all live in England now. This weekend, James and I took Clancy and Gareth over for a long weekend of drinks, walks and more drinks; with a spot of sightseeing thrown in for good measure too. Some brief notes on the weekend:
- No matter how many times we say it, whenever the four of us get together we will always get carried away on the first night and spend the next three days wishing we had more sense than drinking ourselves stupid right away;
- It doesn’t matter how many times I go there, I love the Mizen Head. It’s also quite lovely to do the same things over and over again with different people: there’s always something new to do;
- You learn some interesting facts sitting in an Irish pub garden at 10pm. Irish pensioners get three free viagra a month;
- Doomsday is entertaining, but ultimately, gory rubbish. It’s like eight different films thrown together, and the main character from each one meets a gory, bloodthirsty end;
- There is nothing that will make you shit your pants quite like stroking a donkey at 1am on your walk home in the dark, then hearing it braying in alarm 5 minutes after you walked away from it;
- I don’t want to go back to work. I’m far too chilled out to go back into the week from hell. Turns out you can live without mobile phones and internet after all;
- And finally, I’m going to miss my friends terribly when we move down under. I thought I would be stoic about it but this weekend has made me see that even if I hold it together through the leaving party, I’m going to be a dreadful mess on the flight out. Dreadful.
Enjoy the photos - it really is the most beautiful place - forget your day for a moment, and enjoy some vicarious chill-out time.
I want mine
