"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."
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.
"For the breezes blowing o'er the sea from Ireland
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And the women in the uplands diggin' praties
Speak 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.
ReplyDeleteCroí 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.
Beautiful shots.
ReplyDeleteYou constantly provide a vacation for the work desk..thank you!
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