Pussh, my darling

I do miss her so much.  She’s been gone from us for at least two weeks but I still feel her quietly and cautiously “owning the house”.  Oh yes, she was the boss alright, no mistaking that.  Jimmy knew it too and kept out of her way.  The bigger of the two and male to boot, he was actually afraid of Pussh, despite her 15+ years.

I remember the day she came into our lives, remember it like it was the other day.  She was up at the start to Charleville woods in the thick briars meowing in a frantic fashion; as if to say, “please take me home with you and feed me.  This mother of mine is throwing me out to the wolves.  Please protect me, save me from my mother,  pleeeeeease!”

So she did come home with us that day and here she stayed, ever aloof but faithful, always quietly present, never letting us down.  RIP PUSSH


The Easter Bunny Litter Lout

I just wanted to let you know, Mr or Mrs. Easter Bunny, that I didn’t find any eggs on the little tour you had me go on.  Your signs are there leading the way, pointing one in the right direction but alas all the eggs are gone.  Could it be that you forgot to take down the signs after Easter Sunday Easter Bunny Egg Hunt?  And that all the eggs were picked up that day?  If so, could you please remove your signs so that we can have a litter free beautiful Charleville once again

A pint of Guinness of a cup of steamy tea?

No, I’m not offering either of these.  You can go make your own tea or pour your own Guinness.  All I’m saying is that, when at the waterfall in Glenbarrow, up the Slieve Bloom mountains, we were reminded of these two things. It’s funny how one saw a pint of Guinness and the other a cup of tea (without the milk, that is).  There was another who saw a glass of whiskey on the rocks in it.  I just saw bog water running very rapidly down a precipice.  But I have been known to be a bore!!!

Exhilarating or Painful?

Exhilarating I’d say.  Painful? How is a little bit of snow going to hurt you?  Now tell me that!!.  Mind you, it was a little more than “a bit of snow”.  It was a regular blizzard and I was in it running through the woods and estate of Charleville Castle.  At first I was hesitant to go on as I looked up at a cloak of darkness, no a black mass in the sky swiftly coming my way and then the initial single flakes of snow  turning very quickly into a million falling feathers.  Any sane person would have turned back and headed for home but me and my fit of madness went on heading into the eye of the storm.  And it was exhilarating!!  Well there was one annoying thing about it.  The snow got so heavy on my cap that it started weighing down and falling into my eyes along with the odd flake of snow.  Not so annoying as a bit of a nuisance.  The “feathers of snow” were not so kind to my cheeks either leaving them tingling with cold.  Apart from all that I have to say it was a very pleasant experience and something that everyone should endure sometime.

a lizard in a blizzard!!


glimmer of hope for humanity

I really did see a glimmer of hope recently while down in East County Clare. Along the side of the road, (not a main road, mind you, but a road nonetheless), there was a little sheebeen and inside there were vegtables in small bags with prices on them and along side these vegtables was a box called an honesty box. The idea was to chose what vegtables you wanted and leave the money in the honesty Box; No shopkeeper, no one looking over your shoulder to make sure you didn’t do a runner, no policing of the situation at all. Pure anarchy at its finest and best. By the way all these vegtables were homegrown and organic and cheap.

What struck me was how much goodwill these people were spreading by being brave enough to run this “shop” in such manner, entrusting the general public with paying for what they took, trusting them to do the right thing. It And from all accounts it works. Fair dues to those people and long may it last is what I say

digby, ginger and sweep

I unearthed this photo from among the countless photos we have of our dearly departed Sweep. Hilarious, these three were when they got together and pandemonium they produced whenever they stayed with us. Two of them are now dead; Sweep and Digby, the white one beside Sweep. She was his mother actually. Ginger, Im glad to say, is still hail and hearty, at least she was last time I checked.