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F.a.o. Gness And Sunny Dave.
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Stay safe in the storm. I hope it's not as bad as expected.
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The storm's called 'Lorenzo'
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That sounds Latin and sexy, so Gness should just love it ;-)
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That sounds Latin and sexy, so Gness should just love it ;-)
That's the way they do it in Ireland.
A few years back my brother and his pal went 'camping' in Eire. They approached a pub late one night, after closing time, and it was full of people having fun. Andrew asked what the Police thought (Garda?) about this kind of thing and he was told that the relevant officer was over in the corner of the pub reclining against a wall.
They make the rules up as they go along.
A few years back my brother and his pal went 'camping' in Eire. They approached a pub late one night, after closing time, and it was full of people having fun. Andrew asked what the Police thought (Garda?) about this kind of thing and he was told that the relevant officer was over in the corner of the pub reclining against a wall.
They make the rules up as they go along.
Hi, Tilly and thank you....... I hope it’s not too bad but we are prepared. A trip into town today has me prepared with plenty of wine and wool.
I can think of better names to tantalise me, Chris..... Stephen would be an adorable storm.... ;-)
We do make our own rules, Wolf and Dave is getting used to that. As long as the horses aren’t frightened and nobody gets hurt we go our own way.
There is a guard in the village but I have yet to set eyes on him.......he doesn’t bother us and we don’t bother him....
Mind you he must have the best job in the world..... with two exceptions nothing awful has happened here in my memory....well if you ignore the drinking priest with the guns.....
Dave tickled some villagers by putting two stout and alarming locks on the sheds....this is still a place where doors are left unlocked (no Billy bloody Connolly comments please)....... folk are looked out for and cared for.
Do I have any regrets? Just the one......I should have moved here years ago....... it’s bliss..... :-)
I can think of better names to tantalise me, Chris..... Stephen would be an adorable storm.... ;-)
We do make our own rules, Wolf and Dave is getting used to that. As long as the horses aren’t frightened and nobody gets hurt we go our own way.
There is a guard in the village but I have yet to set eyes on him.......he doesn’t bother us and we don’t bother him....
Mind you he must have the best job in the world..... with two exceptions nothing awful has happened here in my memory....well if you ignore the drinking priest with the guns.....
Dave tickled some villagers by putting two stout and alarming locks on the sheds....this is still a place where doors are left unlocked (no Billy bloody Connolly comments please)....... folk are looked out for and cared for.
Do I have any regrets? Just the one......I should have moved here years ago....... it’s bliss..... :-)
We will, Tilly.....luckily our UK visitors changed from this week and are arriving next week...when the sun will shine I’m sure...
We had wanted a house with the sea view but there wasn’t one we liked for sale so we settled for one with the mountain views and about ten minutes walk from the sea....one of the craggy inlets on this coast.
The beaches are beautiful and the one we visit most is Derrynane Beach....have a google....it’s the one where I crawled into a cave on the beach to collect what I thought was a piece of driftwood.....turned out it was the thigh bone of a long buried parishioner that had been washed down from the graveyard on the hill above.... I did put it back.....x
We had wanted a house with the sea view but there wasn’t one we liked for sale so we settled for one with the mountain views and about ten minutes walk from the sea....one of the craggy inlets on this coast.
The beaches are beautiful and the one we visit most is Derrynane Beach....have a google....it’s the one where I crawled into a cave on the beach to collect what I thought was a piece of driftwood.....turned out it was the thigh bone of a long buried parishioner that had been washed down from the graveyard on the hill above.... I did put it back.....x
The main issue here is likely to be electricity supply interruptions - the system seems to be about as resilient as a chocolate fireguard and often falls over at the merest hint of a breeze - or indeed a flat calm.
We have torches scattered through the house and a big box of batteries to power them (and indeed any other indispensible battery powered items ...).
I'll be filling "the big flask" with boiling water before the eta of the storm - to enable the making of emergency Hot Toddies - and we have logs to keep us warm if necessary (it's still a balmy 17°C outside).
We have torches scattered through the house and a big box of batteries to power them (and indeed any other indispensible battery powered items ...).
I'll be filling "the big flask" with boiling water before the eta of the storm - to enable the making of emergency Hot Toddies - and we have logs to keep us warm if necessary (it's still a balmy 17°C outside).
Oh indeed it is, Mamya.....you should have seen the looks on the faces of the late MrG and the daughter when I crawled backwards out of the cave holding aloft my piece of “driftwood”.
There had been, a bit earlier, a rather loud, rude and nasty lady on the beach. Later we watched her walking behind her dog as it raced into the cave.....I so hoped it brought her out a bone so I could insist she return it..... ;-)
There had been, a bit earlier, a rather loud, rude and nasty lady on the beach. Later we watched her walking behind her dog as it raced into the cave.....I so hoped it brought her out a bone so I could insist she return it..... ;-)
