Monday, 31 December 2012
Sunday, 30 December 2012
Saturday, 29 December 2012
Friday, 28 December 2012
Thursday, 27 December 2012
Tuesday, 25 December 2012
Monday, 24 December 2012
Sunday, 23 December 2012
Saturday, 22 December 2012
Friday, 21 December 2012
Wednesday, 19 December 2012
Nowadays these fast food establishments are becoming the choice of our burgeoning middle classes. Why spend three quarters of an hour preparing and cooking a meal for your family when you can drive three miles to a takeaway, queue for ten minutes to have your order taken, wait fifteen minutes for your order to be cooked, pay your twenty pounds and drive three miles home with the caffeine free ,"coke," which you have purchased at the local petrol station? The answer in many instances is convenience, (aka laziness.)
Monday, 17 December 2012
Sunday, 16 December 2012
Saturday, 15 December 2012
I am not quite sure who gave me this commemorative cover or indeed who produced it. I suppose that it could have been the then Limavady District Council which had the idea of celebrating this little known event. It does seem to be slightly unusual to celebrate a fourteen hundredth anniversary. It's not one of those anniversaries that strike you as being particularly noteworthy.
The Convention was called by the then High King of Ireland a gentleman by the name of Aedh (aka Hugh). There were three matters deliberated upon:-
1. The release by Aedh of one Scannlan Mor. - He wasn't!
2. The growing and burdensome power of the Bards. - Their powers and numbers were reduced.
3. The relationship between the High King of Ireland and the Scottish Kingdom of Dalriada. - The Scottish kingdom no longer had to pay tribute to Ireland and a mutual defence alliance was established.
I suspect that this piece of ephemera will end up on e bay or in a postal philatelic auction in the very near future.
Thursday, 13 December 2012
Tuesday, 11 December 2012
Monday, 10 December 2012
(See now post of 11/12/12 by way of update)
Sunday, 9 December 2012
Friday, 7 December 2012
I also wanted to dig up some leeks for this evenings repast. I don't imagine that anything too exotic will be done with them. They will most probably meet their end with a rather calorific cream sauce covering their blanched looks. No doubt standard carbohydrate fare together with a modicum of protein will accompany them to my plate before I dispatch them all. In terms of liquid refreshment to assist my digestion I think that it may be necessary to open the bottle of Pouilly- Fuisse given to me by a friend a couple of months back. It would be wrong to allow it to turn to vinegar and disrespectful to the friend.
I have to concede that runners tend not to be known for the sartorial elegance of their running gear, but there is what might be described as an accepted and acceptable code of dress. This bunioneer had however developed his own very idiosyncratic style. He had one of those rather silly looking faux fur hats with ear flaps planted on his head. The bobble on the top did not improve the look. His lower body was encased in blue shell suit bottoms the legs of which he had tucked into dark brown, knee length socks. Maybe he adopted a similar garb for cycling, eschewing the use of bicycle clips I mused. As for his footwear it could best be described as solid, - very solid. I hadn't realised that you could purchase leather running shoes modelled on the hobnail boot, but the evidence was now in front of me. His jacket was I think constructed of canvas, perhaps purchased at the closing down sale of the last Army & Navy Store. The overall look was not good. His running action was little better. His legs only moved from the knee down. It was as if the gusset of his shell suit bottoms was wallowing between his knees. As for his arms these were held rigidly in front of his chest. His back was ramrod straight. There was no fluidity of movement. He was moving, but contrary to all of the principles of forward motion. It did not take me long to overhaul him.
About half way up the beach I came upon two fishermen. They had their fishing rods propped up on tripods and they were busily sucking on their cigarettes. They stamped their feet trying to ward off the coldness of the gloom. At the end of each of their rods was a small red light. From a distance it looked like a gathering of glow worms. They were still engaged in their lonely vigil on my return. The other runner was however no where to be seen. Perhaps he had become embarrassed by his appearance ? I suspect not. A look like his could only have been developed after deep deliberation. One could see that he revelled in it. Three people had seen him and his ,"get up." Thus sated he had cut short his exercise and drifted homewards.
I arrived back at the car with just under thirty minutes on the clock so taking to the roads I headed towards the promenade and completed a lap which took me round the outskirts of the town. That done I also drifted homewards.
Tuesday, 4 December 2012
Sunday, 2 December 2012
Saturday, 1 December 2012
I suppose that I cannot have been more than eight or nine when I first met Ludwig and his wife. It was at the Guildhall where the local horticultural society was holding its autumn show. He had won the cacti and succulent classes. I was unplaced. He took time to explain to a very enthusiastic schoolboy how he had carried out certain grafts. I subsequently visited him on several occasions to see his very large collection of cacti.
A nice man. A cultured man. A man who has left his mark.
Friday, 30 November 2012
Another three minutes saw me drawing level with him. I startled him somewhat. He had one of those iPod devices plugged into his ears. Not really a runner was my first thought, a view reinforced by the fact that despite the cold conditions he was bare legged. Male non club runners seem very loathe to wear running tights. Still he was moving at a reasonable pace so I decided to run along with him. He probably had to run slightly quicker than he had planned, but I won't apologise for that. It transpired that he had started work recently at Garvagh High School. I think that he is providing an, "after education," course for the fifth year pupils. Apparently they are now the only pupils left in the school. The school will officially close on the 31st August 2012. There may be good educational reasons for the closure, but it is still sad to see another foundation stone of village life kicked asunder.
The forest paths have been resurfaced since I last ran in the forest. Definitely a more pleasurable run than I remembered. A solitary dog walker was the only other person we saw as we ran around the edge of the demesne. It was good to have company. The serried ranks of conifers can be a trifle oppressive when running by yourself.
We finished our run back at the car park beside Ballinameen Bridge with Lord Garvagh's Egyptian inspired vault ,(unused) , looking down at us. Another day's training concluded.
Wednesday, 28 November 2012
Monday, 26 November 2012
Saturday, 24 November 2012
Friday, 23 November 2012
|Florence Fennel - 23rd November 2012|
The selection of fresh veg is gradually reducing. Root veg and brassica now rule supreme.
Thursday, 22 November 2012
|Castlerock Beack looking towards the Barmouth - 21st November 2012|
Wednesday, 21 November 2012
Monday, 19 November 2012
Thanking him for his customer assistance I walked fifty yards to a branch of the Ulster Bank. The cashier was welcoming, personable and efficient. My lodgement was accepted with alacrity.
Saturday, 17 November 2012
Friday, 16 November 2012
Thursday, 15 November 2012
Wednesday, 14 November 2012
Why agree to something which without the element of, " volens," would probably fall within the definition of Assault Occasioning Actual Bodily Harm? Well I thought a deep sports massage might help my hip problem. Whether it does remains to be seen. I think it might.
I promised myself that I wouldn't scream no matter what the pain and I kept to this promise although I think that I have left imprints from my tightly gripping hands on the edges of the treatment bench. Terence, the name of my attacker, pushed all his weight into my frightened leg muscles. It felt a lot better when he stopped. Wiping the sweat from my brow I actually thanked Terence before bounding to my car. I was definitely moving more freely. Success? I hope so.
Monday, 12 November 2012
|Photo by permission of Garvagh Development Trust|
I recently came across a short booklet produced by Garvagh Development Trust and entitled, "Garvagh - Journey of Discovery." This is in effect an updated version of, "Garvagh's Hidden Treasures and Secret Places," which was brought out some ten years ago. Presentationally the new production is fresh and vibrant.. The photographers have managed, fortuitously, to take all their photographs on one or other of those few pet days in a Northern Irish summer when it is not overcast.
Sunday, 11 November 2012
|11th November 2012|
|Beech Tree 12th November 2012|
Saturday, 10 November 2012
|New Park 10th November 2012|
|New Park 10th November 2012|
|New Park - 10th November 2012|
Thursday, 8 November 2012
Wednesday, 7 November 2012
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
Undoubtedly this will be seen as a dashed good idea by many thousands of people, particularly school leavers or those about to leave school shortly. It is noteworthy that he does not appear to consider that age should have any impact on the , "living wage," as it does with the, "minimum wage rate." It seems that he is proposing a flat rate or if not then he hasn't seen fit to enlarge on his proposals at this stage. Maybe however the detail will come out after the event if this rather unprepossessing (as many would describe him), individual should ever gain office.
Is a concept which includes a weekly allowance for alcohol and for social and cultural activities truly a "living wage,"which everyone should have of right?