Westfaring
Eventually made it to The End of The Road. Well, OK, a road: the Curaheen one, in particular: went past Aherla, where this time it wasn't too dark. OTOH, by the time I'd faffed around a bit at Coughduv GAA ground (I was a little curious about the massive floodlights, visible from miles around) it was getting distinctly dim again. Bizarrely, the very same dog I'd almost run into near Killumney on an earlier trundle was wandering around there, while its owners (I think) were watching a youngsters' football match. In the space of a couple of minutes the locals had hammered in two goals and a point. I commented that it was all one-way traffic... they said that it'd been like this last week, and it'd ended up as a tie. Very Corkonian outlook, that. Kids must not be drinking their lucozade. On I went, through Crookstown, and back to the main road, and home along that. Distinctly flagging for the last half-hour, and a picture of inertia for two hours afterwards before I eventually dragged myself into the shower. First time that far this year, and certainly the first time I've made it there in October.
Was tempted to use a title about rolling to the oldies. All to the strains of Bluetones, Joy Division, Sarah McLachlan, Massive Attack, and Dubstar. Also getting a little familiar, as I haven't changed the contents in all the while I've been doing this recent bout of cycling. Might be time for another implementation of the Scorched MP3 Policy.
Must see if the VGA res (!) photos I took have survived...
Was tempted to use a title about rolling to the oldies. All to the strains of Bluetones, Joy Division, Sarah McLachlan, Massive Attack, and Dubstar. Also getting a little familiar, as I haven't changed the contents in all the while I've been doing this recent bout of cycling. Might be time for another implementation of the Scorched MP3 Policy.
Must see if the VGA res (!) photos I took have survived...