Sunday, 3 March 2013

Galway, Late Feb.



  1. "For the breezes blowing o'er the sea from Ireland
    Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
    And the women in the uplands diggin' praties
    Speak a language that the strangers do not know."


  2. Ahhh now, only a short skirmish down the N18 if memory serves, I have a young fella there working the black for the new ring roads currently under construction.

    Croí Cultúrtha na hÉireann, a city of mixed history, sadly Cromwellian a few centuries back, but now more relaxed where a Celt can get a drink without having the peelers ask about his business.

    Nice to see my first true love looking as grand as ever in the first photie.

  3. You constantly provide a vacation for the work desk..thank you!