Thursday, 27 November 2014

The Naming Of A Rural Puddle.

It's about ten feet long and three feet wide
It's not very deep but I may have lied

It's only been there for seven long years
A drinking stop for heifers and steers?

I am talking of our puddle. It's not somewhere to cuddle,  
It will leave you in a muddle.  The county council won't fix our puddle!  

I have not got sunshine on a cloudy day, I have nothing else to say....

Repeat 700 times and sing to the tune of "My Girl": The Temptations..

Do you think it will make it to the number one in the charts?  You didn't know I could write poem/songs did you?  What are your roads like - lots of potholes?  The joys of rural living hey!


  1. Thanks SSS. Do you have lots of potholes on your rural roads?

  2. Just had a run down to the shore, the access road has been deteriorating for years, what started as a small hole has now developed into a crater about 5' across and 6" deep, not so bad when you can see it or know it's there, but when it rains and hole fills up, it just looks like a normal puddle, guaranteed to catch the unwary. There's several of them, but this one is well-known, nobody seems to care or want to fix it.

  3. I have heard of people in the UK claiming off county councils for damage done to the cars by pot holes. The council workers have told us in the past they can't fill in the puddle because it's full of water! They mustn't be issued with buckets. Not that cold tarmac achieves much. It just looks like Daisy the cow just walked down the road and left a few country pancakes. Thanks Cumbrian!

  4. I've forgotten what it's like to drive on a smooth road. It's like being on a roller coaster in some parts! :-)

  5. Perhaps they should write "Roller coaster" on the Atlantic Ways signs, Deb? That will bring the tourists in! Have you been on the Conor Pass near Dingle? Once and once only! Thanks!

    1. I don't think i've been on the Conor Pass, i think if i'm down that way i'll give it a miss.Thanks for the tip. :-)

    2. The Conor Pass is incredible, Deb. You will have seen the stunning scenery in films like Ryans Daughter and "Far And Away".

    3. Just catching up with previous posts. M and I once drove through the Gap of Dunloe which seemed to take years, We nearly ran out of petrol and at one point I thought I'd never see home again. CT :o)

    4. Hi C T. Been there and done that. They don't go overboard with the sign posts do they? Thanks!

  6. The only roads that get 'done ' in this area are the ones they 'did' last year and the year before that etc.. I think they are too scared to venture into the roads that do need re- surfacing in case a big hole swallows them up, or they are required to do a proper job on it. In this area they seem to 'work' in packs of five, one to drive the lorry, one to shovel, one to rake and two to breast feed the brooms.

    1. That's very good, Anne. I have noticed that they only have one copy of the Daily Mirror between them. So they have to take turn reading it.

      Seriously. The new property tax and road taxes should be paying for the resurfacing of these roads. Yet rural roads don't seem to be improving. We have been on the new toll road from Cork to Dublin and the surface is excellent. Thanks!

    2. In Spain you have a 'Permission to Circulate' this is a LOCAL road fund licence, the money goes directly to the area that you live in. Even the single track road where we last lived was well maintained.This was less than 40 euros a year. If you want to use the motorway's you pay at the tolls according to the length of road that you used, but they were seldom quicker than the old main route. The property tax was according to the size of house and covered street cleaning, refuge collection, and yes, street lighting even in the sticks!

    3. The 'Permission to Circulate' sounds brilliant, doesn't it Anne? I think there should be street lights in the countryside, just like the towns and villages have. Some public transport and some pavements too. I hope to live in Portugal or Spain one day.

    4. There is a high degree of devolved government with power in the hands of the local mayor, a high majority of whom are corrupt as are the majority of the politician's, who follow the lead of their Royal family! There are so many layers of taxation, and the Spanish give new meaning to the word bureaucracy.
      Mobile phone coverage is worse than Ireland, Spanish TV is worse than RTE, electricity in the country areas is limited, equal to 2.4 kva. Which means you cant run a kettle and a microwave at the same time, you can pay to be upgraded but people who do find there is no difference in their power, just higher bills as you pay for a higher rating even if you don't get it. Internet service is higher than here. Many place cant get British TV even via Sky.
      Death duties are very high and complicated, even for Spanish people which is why there are so many vacant properties there, the inheritors just cant afford to pay the tax. if you are an immigrant it gets even worse. This was the main reason we came back.
      The health service was good, but I don't know what it's like now,however if you do need a hospital appointment be prepared for the crowded waiting room, this is not patients waiting to be seen but half a doz family members waiting to give support to the patient even if it's just a blood test, all talking at the same time at the top of their voices. The noise, ah yes, I remember it well, forget about ever going out for a nice meal or a drink and expecting to be able to hear what your partner is saying to you, the Spanish have one volume only, shout!
      Cigarettes and booze are cheap, food is not, eating out for Menu del Dia, is cheap and OK if you don't like veg. eating in a good restaurant is about the same as here, just the wine is cheaper. Coffee in 99.9% of café is brilliant.
      It was a good experience, and I'm glad we did it, but it's good to be back in a civilized society despite the many faults.

    5. Spain sounds an incredible place, Anne. You should write a book about your Spanish adventures. I suppose the language must be the biggest obstacle when you move to a country that doesn't speak English? Ireland's got its problems and its very expensive. But it's peaceful and it is very beautiful.

  7. There is a Christy Moore song you might like ?
    Rocky Road To Dublin

    In the merry month of June all from my home I started
    Left the girls in Tuam sad and broken hearted
    Saluted me father dear, kissed my darling mother
    Drank a pint of beer my grief and tears to smother
    Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
    I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin
    In a brand new pair of brogues rattled o’er the bogs, frightened all the dogs
    On the rocky road to Dublin

    One two three four five
    Hunt the hare and turn her
    Down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin
    Whack fol oll di da.

    In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
    Started by daylight next morning bright and early
    Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinkin’
    That’s the paddy’s cure whenever he’s on for drinkin’
    To see the lassies smile, laughin’ all the while
    At me curious style, t’would set your heart a bubblin’
    Asked if I was hired wages I required I was bloody well tired
    Of the rocky road to Dublin

    In Dublin next arrived I thought it such a pity
    To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
    Then I took a stroll all among the quality
    My bundle it was stolen in a neat locality
    Something crossed me mind, I should look behind
    No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin’
    Inquiring for the rogue said me Connacht brogue wasn’t much in vogue
    On the rocky road to Dublin

    I soon got out of that me spirits never failin’
    Landed on the quay just as my ship was sailin’
    Captain at me roared said that no room had he
    When I jumped aboard a cabin he found for Paddy
    Down among the pigs played some funny rigs
    Danced some hearty jigs the walls around me bubblin’
    When at Holyhead wished myself was dead, better far instead
    On the rocky road to Dublin

    The boys of Liverpool when we were safely landed
    They called me a fool I could no longer stand it
    Me blood began to boil temper I was losin’
    Poor old Eireanns Isle they began abusing
    Hurrah me soul sez I shillelagh I let fly
    Galway boys were by they saw that I was a hobblin’
    Then with loud hurray joined in the affray quickly cleared the way
    For the rocky road to Dublin

    1. Thanks for going to the trouble of writing (pasting and copying) the lyrics, Heron. Another one of his would also be appropriate for the rock roads: "Don't Forget Your Shovel"... Thanks!

  8. My old Mum used to sing the Rocky Road to Dublin she probably learnt off our Irish side of the family who lived in Cork city.
    I enjoy listening to the song: 'MacAlpines Fusiliers' too, how about yourself ?

    1. I was brought up listening to the likes of the Clancy Brothers, Dubliners, Val Doonican and The Bachelors. Remember seeing the Bachelors at the Floral Hall in Scarborough. It's no longer there, sadly. We saw the Spinners there too. Folk music chronicles every day life.

    2. Haven't heard McAlpines Fusiliers for years, decades even, neither Murphys Volunteers.

    3. Great songs, Cumbrian. The Irish built Britain's roads, motorways, railways and dug the canals with shovels. They also help make the cars at Ford in Dagenham.

  9. My mother listened to all of the above bands and I remember Val D. with his jumpers!
    I am learning to drive around the potholes but despite the state of the roads I'm still happy to live in rural Ireland :)

  10. Hi Anne. I like Ireland because it's so underpopulated (3.5 million) and most of it is still rural. Have you ever attempted to ride a bike or motorbike on the rural roads? You often have to swerve the pot holes and steer your bike to the centre of the roads. I think Ireland needs Billions of Euros to repair and replace it's roads and infrastructure. Thanks!


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