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Cadence, pace and strides and other oddities...

“To lose one parent, Mr Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.”
Lady Bracknell
‘The Importance of Being Earnest’ 745 more words


Miles to go...

‘The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.’ 1,185 more words



There are certain things I love.

Certain things I can wait for.

Certain things I savor.

There are certain things I love.

Certain things I live. 64 more words


Old-fashioned - Sails

Yesterday we took a drive down Dublin’s Quays. This beautiful lady was moored along one of the quays on the south side. You’ll have to agree… seeing such a special sight takes the mind back to those days of old-fashioned romantic sail! I wonder just how romantic…???




On the last page of James Joyce’s seminal final novel, Finnegan’s Wake, Anna Livia Plurabelle (aka ALP) dissolves into the great ocean of time in her guise as the river Liffey. 117 more words


Famine Memorial, Dublin

River Liffey

About the artist

Starvation migration


World Poverty Stone

In the 1840s, Ireland experienced massive starvation. A devastating potato crop failure made worse by harsh social, political and economic conditions led to the Great Famine. 218 more words


The Filthy Stuff is Poisonous

Our thankfully accustomed drinking habits – compared to say, anywhere not here – accustomed that is to buying it bottled, accustomed to filthy flow, accustomed to coming second in health, accustomed to slow around drip flow, dirty and seeping… Drinking it sometimes is maybe okay, a day on and a day off, only constant is dangerous… less safe in our own homes, further scary to think of. 179 more words

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