Making a run for it
The decision has been took.
I am going to have a break.
Or, in case Herself starts complaining at being left out, we are going to have a break.
Under the circumstances this will involve a little planning.
First of all we had to decide on a location. This is done – in the absolute wilds of north Galway. This is a spot with little traffic [apart from wildlife] and no Interwebs [so far as I can ascertain]. They probably don’t even have mobile phone reception. It is really remote. There is nothing there except beautiful scenery provided the rain holds off and you can see out the windows.
Then there is Penny. We could bring her but that would involve a drop of stress. She doesn’t like long journeys, and anyway the is the problem of her probably taking a dump in front of everyone in the lounge. The poor girl is getting old. And that goes for Penny too. I would have to spend my time taking her [Penny] on walks and the point of the exercise is to remove any form of exercise. Anyway, Daughter is delighted at the prospect of moving here for the duration so Penny will have loads of company.
I have to remember to get some cash. This may sound weird but I am now living a cashless life. It’s an age since I had any coins weighing down my pockets as I use “plastic” all the time. And I don’t give a shite if that means someone is monitoring my spending habits. But I need cash for the toll roads as they don’t take debit cards.
I have to phone the establishment as we need a ground floor room and they don’t include that preference in their booking system. They do have ground floor rooms all right and apparently they are wheelchair accessible which presumably covers all aspects of wheeled vehicles.
We have stayed there in the past – the last time was about fifteen years ago – and it is one of the most peaceful places in the country. What I am looking for is the ability to sit at a table and be presented with a menu. In other words, no planning of meals, no cooking and no washing dishes for the first time in years. In between meals, the ability to just sit in a comfy armchair and read a book or the paper and maybe doze. The prospect of a couple of pints in a comfortable lounge also has its appeal. God but I’m getting old!
And no Interwebs.
Silence is golden.
May the 4th be with you.
And many happy returns, Yoda.
Add ashtrays and it could be paradise. Enjoy anyhow.
There’s a cloisters out front with fabulous views, tables, chairs and ashtrays.
Don’t knock the rain.
It is only after a good rain shower that the air is so clean that you can see forever, and you can smell Spring shooting up all around you.
I envy you.
Just so long as you have a drap o’ the cratur.
No. It’s BEFORE the rain that you can see forever.
I grew up in Workington on the Cumbrian coast and on the rare clear day we would try to spot the Isle of Man, some 40 miles away. It was well known: if you can see the Isle of Man it’s going to rain, if you can’t see the Isle of Man it’s already raining. The first bit of that is true, the second is what passes for humour in those parts.
Frankly, I wouldn’t be too worried if it rained the entire time. It’s a choice between relaxing in a cosy armchair, reading a book, or sitting out in the cloisters with pipe and a glass [large or small] in front of me.
Peace, quiet and time to appreciate nature and the real world sounds like a good plan in these increasingly fraught times. Have a good time, you deserve it for tolerating us bunch of commentators with such patience and fortitude. In the meantime we’ll talk amongst ourselves, unless of course Daughter would care to take over in your absence?
Daughter has somewhat lost interest in the Interwebs as far as I can see. She has probably forgotten my little corner is still up an running. Or maybe she’ll surprise us?
We will miss miss you and look forward to reading about your adventures upon your return. Enjoy your time away!
Thanks Joan. I’m not gone yet and this morning made the booking – the week after next. I hope I don’t have much to report. The idea is to do as little as possible!
This is what retirement is for (doing what you want when you want) including nothing at all.
Enjoy it to the fullest Grandad!