"For the breezes blowing o'er the sea from IrelandAre perfumed by the heather as they blowAnd the women in the uplands diggin' pratiesSpeak a language that the strangers do not know."Cheers!
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.
You constantly provide a vacation for the work desk..thank you!