Holidays are here again
I have some great news for you all.
I am giving you all a holiday.
In less than a week’s time this site will be dormant. No longer will you have to rush to read my latest daily drivel. No longer will you have to rack your brains trying [and failing] to come up with witty comments.
So what’s the story, you ask?
I’m getting outa here.
I’m getting a little weary sitting here starting at the mountains with the sea in the distance, so I am going somewhere where I can stare at the sea with the mountains in the distance. It’s a subtle difference, but it is a difference nonetheless.
I shall be heading South. If you take a look at a map of Ireland, I shall be down there in the furthest recesses of the bottom left corner. To say it is remote is putting it mildly. I shall have no Interweb there, and I doubt if they have even heard of it in the area. I’ll count myself lucky if there is electricity.
I’m going there for a few reasons.
My prime objective is to do nothing. I’m quite good at that but I intend to perfect my technique. In the event I fail, I may do some photography. Or I might do a little writing. Or I may just sit on the rocks at the bottom of the garden and watch the Atlantic waves wash over the rock-pools. Though knowing my luck it will be more than likely Atlantic breakers washing over the garden and into the house.
I like it down there. I have spent more holidays down there than most people have had hot saunas. I know the area almost like the back of my hand [assuming I have been so bored as to spend my time studying the back of my hand?]. In fact I have harboured dreams of living there. It’s quieter than here, and the climate is a little milder. It’s about as far as anyone can get from officialdom and rumour has it that the water isn’t just diluted fluoride. So I may spend some idle time looking at the property market down there. Last time I was there I did the same and liked what I saw.
I would miss Spanner, Pullit and the gang but they have their own Spanners, Pullits and gangs down there who by all accounts are as eccentric as the mob here so I think I might fit in well.
So how long will this holiday last?
God knows.
Provisionally it’s for a couple of weeks but that can be extended.
Who knows? I may never come back.
Well I hope you have a good time and enjoy yourself.
Thanks, Brianf. Hope you can manage with the Daily Rambles? It'll be difficult, I know but……
Bon voyage old chap…
Chance to find your inner self, or summat…….
Not gone yet. I'll be around for another few days.
As for finding my inner self, I'll more than likely just trip over cousins and the ilk. Cork is the Ancestral County, as it were.
(sigh) The ocean. That's one thing I miss greatly is the ocean. Vermont is a fine, quiet, beautiful place to live in but it needs a coastline.
Enjoy your holiday, Grandad, and if you choose to stay down there, find a place with Internet hookup at least. I'd miss you.
Why not kill two birds with one bullet? I'll buy a place by the sea and I'll sell you a wee corner to build on? A lot less snow down there?
"In fact I have harboured dreams of living there. It’s quieter than here, and the climate is a little milder".
It's Limerick isn't it?! They'll love you down here.
Have a great time.
Sad that there'll be no rambles though.. Visiting here has become part of my daily reading.
What about one of those internet dongle thingys GD? I used to use one and it worked as good as the broadband in the house. Works off the mobile network and Vodafone have signal everywhere really. Was 25 euro a month, unlimited data. Stick it into one of the USB slots at the side of your laptop and you have the mountains and the sea and can upload the pics here for us too!
Limerick? Fuck, no. West Cork with a grand safety net of 90 miles of countryside between us and Limerick City.
I very much doubt there is any mobile phone network where I'm going. Leastwise, I hope not. You'll have to wait 'til I get back for the pictures. Assuming I ever bother returning, of course.
Heaven in Ireland who'd have thought?
Only because it's the furthest possible from the gubmint?
Go on. Piss off then.
Love you too, tt.
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What the fuck are you doing mucking up my gaff with all this Farcebook shit?
I wondered if it was you appearing? Anyways, have a great vacation old man.You've earned it.
I think you're going to a caravan site in Tramore to research material!
I shudder to think what kind of material I would find in a Tramore caravan site! Am I missing out on something major in life?
Ballydehob or Valentia Island? Or maybe a week of meditation on dry bread and water on the Skelligs. Bring an inflatable bed as the stone beehive huts tend to be a bit lumpy.
We fans of the website could start up a national Find Grandad treasure hunt. Any grandad paddling in sea water wearing only crimson longjohns is putting himself in danger of being accosted by excited hunters. The real grandad will wear designer sunglasses and polkadotted boxers, accompanied by burly lady minders with judo skills.
Ballydehob is nearer the mark, but you'd have one hell of a job finding me. Where I'm heading makes the middle of the Sahara as crowded as Times Square.
Burly lady? You've met her then? Never heard her called that before. Must remember that!
Remember Hatti Jacques of Carry on Nurse fame? Just the kind of minder for you in your Rayban sunglasses GD.
See how our worlds end, not with a bang……..
Good luck and enjoy. The Cork area has great sea fishing. Any chance you could bring some fresh Bass back?
So my going for a break is just a whimper is it? Huh!
Never liked Bass. Prefer Guinness.
Whimper, whimsical, wilful, wily, winsome, wistful, and witty. Did I miss any?
As a fully fledged epicure, you should know Guinness does not go with fish – or anything else for that matter.
Ha! the West Cork interweb is alive and kicking… one farmer talks to another, who tells the postman, who then passes it on to herself in the post office, who then tells the bar owners wife who tells the bar owner hisself, who then tells his regulars, who then tell the farmer who started it all in the first place, but by which time the story has been so embellished he thinks it's 'news' and the merry-go-round starts all over again!
Enjoy the trip GD 🙂
I'll start a few juicy stories then in the coffee shop in Ballydehob and see how far they travel?
Whether its Schull or the Sheepshead GD may you have a very great holiday.
Thanks, Sean. Maybe I won't even bother returning? 😉
Holiday? Holiday! Good for you, Grandad! Hope you're taking the Mrs. as she deserves a holiday as much as anyone. But you're going south…..as I don't know where you live, I'd go north myself, somewhere remote without a lot of people and all that hustle and bustle and noise. Anyway, have a nice time, get some rest, relax and come back refreshed and ready to take on the world!