I know it looks like I haven’t posted on the taxi in 10 days but that is not technically true.
I had a post sent to the blog on the internet last Sunday but the internet didn’t do it’s job so the post never appeared….and it was a good one as well (by my standards).
Basically, after nearly 10 years of marriage, and dating for 20 years (slow developer, I am) I finally convinced my wife to go camping.
In the rain.
In a field.
The fact that the youngest camper was 5 months old took the wind out of her argument about camping being the work of the devil.
This was a bit of a family event with my sisters and brother drinking sleeping in a field.
I could add something here about getting up early to crank out a few steady miles while camping but I have never lied so blatantly on the blog so I won’t start here.
This shot is taken at a place called white strand or Garinish beach. It is directly across from a place called Ahillies. If you google map it you’ll see where it is.
This is a man who we call Darren. He is cultivating a ‘wild man’ beard – a long way to go young man!
You can judge his parenting skills by the way he has let his 1-year old daughter run ferral and naked on the beach in the background.
This is one of several interesting signs at the Dursey Island Cable Car. I think the cable car is run by Italians – it shuts from 11:00 – 14:30 each day.
Interestingly, it is licensed to carry 3 people and 1 cow. Shit you never knew.