There is something in the freedom of the road: it brings out the dreamer in me.
Freshly cut grass, sunshine and birdsong have prompted the first annual outing of my bike from the rickety garden shed. 827 more words
Shergar, the champion racehorse disappeared into an ominous Irish fog one February night in 1983 and was never seen again. The scenario was something out of a Hollywood blockbuster: The gloomy dusk of the Irish countryside, balaclava clad men, machine guns and the Ballymany Stud, the Aga Khan’s world class farm with a champion inside “protected” by just a five barred gate and a simple latch. 224 more words