Sunday, 17 March 2019

From Half A Veg Plot To A Plant Nursery?

Over the last few years I have become more and more interested in the division and cuttings/propagation of perennials and shrubs.  The veg plot is no longer the main focus of my gardening.


Of course we still grow vegetables like early spudatoes, onions, cabbages, tomatoes, cucumbers, celery, swedes, lettuces...?  But since the arrival of the polytunnel six years ago and Lidl arriving in Bantry.  We can manage with half a veg plot.  You can't beat leeks for forty nine Cents can you?

Yes I know they could have been sprayed with weedkillers and grown with chemical fertilizers.  Yes our veg have never seen any chemicals and they are fresh when we pick them.  I just feel a bit defeatist when I realise  that the cheap vegetables save a lot of work and the world is not perfect.  Never was never will be. 

I don't think there is anything more quintessentially English than a cottage garden with its patchwork quilt approach to informal planting.  Nature doesn't have a spirit level does it?

So what will I do with all my surplus plants?  I will sell them on carboot sales and perhaps a few shops will sell some for me?  If anybody in Cork or Kerry wants any perennials or shrubs.  Please leave a comment.  Has anybody ever started a plant nursery?  Have you thought of growing things and selling them?


Tuesday, 12 March 2019

Potato Planting In Polystyrene Planters In The Polytunnel.


"Peter  Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers."  That's what my blog title sounds like, doesn't it?  Today is March the twelfth.  Traditionally In Ireland, Praeties (potatoes) were planted on St Patrick's Day, the 17th.  This is also the day when the cows went out for the summer grazing.  

However after the warmest February and probably the wettest March we have resorted to plant some in my office, my poly-tunnel.  

Regular readers will know that I have lots of recycling ideas and a great believer that gardening and vegetable gardening in particular should not cost much.

The old estate  gardeners believed in home made compost, and make do and mending and propagation by cuttings and division.

Number one son bought a new welder and it came in a cardboard box which I used in the veg plot and it's polystyrene packaging is now a potato planter in the poly-tunnel.  I just punctured some drainage holes and filled them up with compost from my compost piles.

We bought some seed potatoes (2 bags for 5 Euros) from our favourite German garden (Lidl) centre in Bantry and planted  8 potatoes in the two planters.  Then we covered them up with some more of our homemade compost.  I also planted some red onions in trays.  They will be planted out in a week or three when they start shooting and they won't rot in the cold and wet soil.  I have planted my white onions outside a couple of weeks ago and they are not happy bunnies. 




We will plant the other early potatoes in a couple of weeks and this gives me time to clear the plot of weeds and for it to dry out.  Have you started thinking or even planting in the veg plot? We have got seeds sprouting in the kitchen and they love the warmth of the central heating.  

Monday, 4 March 2019

Altan In Killarney



 We set off for Killarney on Saturday morning.  We stopped at Casey's garage in Bantry and filled up the car with diesel and bought two steak pasties.  Then we stopped at the carpark opposite the ruins of Carriginass Castle and ate our pasties.  

Built in 1540.This was a former home of Dermot O'Sullivan.  He was a member of the O'Sullivan clan.  They owned a large part of West Cork land in those days. It was a very wet and windy Saturday.

We went to Killlarney Nec to The Gathering Festival.  We got tickets to see Altan.  They come from the same neck of the woods that Clannad come from: Gweedore in County Donegal.  They are a band who I have wanted to see for a while.  I have seen Clannad three times in Manchester.


The poster for the concert. 

 Altan in concert.
Altan and the Sliabh Luachra Band all performed together for the final song.  The first band didn't play until 9.30 and Altan came on at 10.55 and finished at 12.25.  It was a good night and great to see another legendary Irish band.  

Check out some of the great videos from the concert on You Tube.  Just type: Altan Killarney!  Here's an appropiate recorded track for the weather over the weekend.


Friday, 1 March 2019

Fishing Tales.

Fishing  is another pastime frequented by all different kinds of people.  You get the small kid who just wants to catch a fishy on the lishy.  He is happy catching sticklebacks and sharing his mum’s sandwiches with the local wildlife. Then there is the trout fisherman who only uses the fly and disapproves at the common Coarse fishing angler.   Trout man spends all his time trying to imitate a May fly and thinking of interesting tweed jackets.   He is often seen at a private stocked troutery, fishing for Triploids (had their sex organs electrically removed so they resemble bullocks) that  have had about two dustbins of trout pellets a second.  Trout man is really chuffed when he catches one of the Leviathans and proudly shows off his catch!
I spent a lot of my youth and early adulthood Coarse fishing.  Every stream, flooded quarry, canal, mill pond, river, reservoir and lodge was fished.  All just so that I could catch a fish and let it go again.  
Oh what joy it was to look down at your maggot box and see a big brown rat eating the bran.  I am terrified of rats (shit scared) and they soon helped me pack up my tackle and run home!  I think my rat phobia goes back to my childhood. 
I once went out the back street one winter’s night in my stocking feet to let my beloved dog Tess back in after her ablutions and a good bark.  A great big greasy looking sewer rat type very kindly decided to walk over my feet.  I turned and fled and unofficially broke the world 100 metres record.  
Anyway I digress.  I spent many a happy and not so happy time fishing.  I enjoyed my time sitting fishing with a keep net full of Thwaites beer and half bottle of whisky to keep me warm.
 I can recall breaking ice with a stone and spending TWO hours shivering and feeling sorry for myself.  I never caught anything but what’s better than a bit of hypothermia now again.  I met a few anoraks on my fishing adventures.  I often  remember the one man and his dog that would stand behind you watching your float for about five minutes.  Then they would say:
 “Have you caught out (anything) mate.” 
I would reply yes or no and they would shrug their shoulders and walk off.  Thanks a lot Mr dog walker for standing behind me and sending me paranoid.  Oh the times I used to think some mass murderer was going to kill me and make me into their dog: Rover’s dog food. 
One time I joined a local fishing society.  I walked the two miles to my new fishing paradise and began to assemble my fishing rod.  A friendly neighbouring angler fishing on the opposite peg greeted me by saying:
 “Get to f*ck off there.  You’re not fishing on my peg”. 
I looked in front of my peg (a prostrate wooden pallet, precariously hanging over the water) and noticed the “friendly Fishermans” float.   I tried to protest that I was only fishing on a vacant peg and he threatened to give me good hiding. 
I was only 16 and he was about forty.   Friendly fisherman was built like the proverbial brick shit house, and his cat had obviously urinated on their corn flakes that very morning.   So I picked up my tackle and left “friendly angler” to his half of the fishing lodge. 
There is another kind of angler fisherman.  He is the fisherman who spends all his or her time (most women aren’t so stupid) thinking they will catch the biggest carp, cat fish or pike in the world. 
 Big fisherman  spends all its money and time drooling over pictures of big fish (there is another creature that drools over big women) and spending its money on a trip to Saint Lake Cassin in France.  The Loch Ness monsters relatives live in the depths of the lake.  Big Fishermans wife is a fishing widow and dreams of spending a week in a static caravan in Skegness. 
I used to like doing a bit of fishing.  I would fill my keep net with eight cans of Thwaites bitter and lie on the canal towpath for the afternoon.  I didn’t usually catch anything,  but I always got a tan and pleasantly drunk.

Tuesday, 26 February 2019

A Chipshop Tale.

When I was in the Algarve.  Sid the seagull and I talked about chips (see last blog post!) and he told me tell you the following anecdote:

 SWITCHING TELEVISION CHANNELS In The Chinese Chip Shop.

I once walked into a Chinese takeaway one pleasant evening.  The shop staff was out the back preparing some dishes.  A rather drunk man was sat at the counter eating his chips.  He had decided to make his self at home for the evening, like you do!  The man recognized my friend who was with me:
“Hello lad, your one of me son's mates aren’t you?”  I’ve been watching telly (same programmes as other Chinese takeaway) for last half an hour.  They always show the same foreign shit.”
We laughed and nodded in agreement (just to pacify) him.
Suddenly, he gets up and bolts straight over the food counter.
“Let’s see if that Charlie Angels is on telly (good foreign American television).  I wouldn’t mind getting them three in my bed.” 
Two angry looking Chinese men rush out from the back.  One shouts to our chip shop entertainer:
 “What do you think your doing?  You trying to steal money out of till, me call the police.” 
“No I’m not; I’m only seeing what’s on the other side.  You have got it all wrong.”  He then decided to attempt to run away (one foot on the road, one on the pavement) with two irate martial arts experts chasing after him.   It was very funny!
 Have you got any chip-shop or takeaway tales?



Sunday, 24 February 2019

A Prime Location, Street Art And A Seagull.


We noticed this house and garden for sale.  A kind taxi lady phoned the seller for us and texted us back with the price.  Are you sitting down?  They wanted 440000 Euros for it!  No doubt its in a prime location and one day there will be a concrete block of holiday apartments on the site?  So called progress I suppose?












We noticed that the utilities boxes are painted by some very talented artists and they cover up any graffiti.



 A friendly seagull called Sid.  He waited patiently every day for any tit bits.  I think he originated in Blighty because chips were part of his diet.

Friday, 22 February 2019

Algarve Litter Bins.

We are always amazed how clean and litter free it is in the Algarve.  There are bins everywhere.  Be it the beach or in the busy town streets:




 The green bin is clothes and shoes.  The round bin is for house hold domestic rubbish.  They are double the depth of the bin you see on the right hand size of the picture.
 The blue bin is for paper and cardboard.  The yellow bin is for plastic.  Gwil (Zen my ass blog) told me once that they have plastic recycling bins in Austria.   The green bin is for glass bottles.  I think its time we had plastic recycling bins in Ireland.  Or even some bottle banks on the north side of our peninsula.  Or even litter bins in the countryside?
This amusing picture says it all doesn't it?

Even on the Algarve beaches there are litter bins everywhere.  I never saw any litter or plastic on any of them.  Fair play Portugal.  You raise the bar when it comes to litter!

Thursday, 21 February 2019

Algarve Gardens In February.

I always like to see what plants and vegetables are growing when I am visiting somewhere.  Do you?




 This garden was outside an apartment.  It just goes to show you don't need a massive area for a garden.  All you need is some plants and pots and somewhere to sit.  Hmm...?  
 We saw a lot of Broad beans growing in Portugal.  They were at least 30 Centimetres high.  That's about one foot in old electricity meters?  The yellow weed looks like Oxalis.  It's good to see organic or natural ways of cutivation and no evidence of chemical weed killers.

In the photo below you can see potatoes pushing through in the middle of the veg plot.  I haven't bought my seed potatoes yet.  Have you?  Time to get chitting me thinks? 


Modern apartments overlooking the olive trees and productive vegetable garden.  The photos look more impressive when you click on them.

I mowed my lawns for the first time today.  I always start the season by mowing on the highest cut and taking it down over the next few weeks.

The lawn clippings have been used for a mulch on my Japanese Winter onions.  Hopefully it will suppress any weeds and also work to feed the onions.  Anybody else experimented with grass clippings for a mulch?  I usually put it straight on the old compost heap or in a trench in the veg plot.

What are you up to in the garden or allotment?

Tuesday, 19 February 2019

A Bus Trip In The Algarve,


We went to the Algarve last week.  The flight was only 150 Euros return for the both of us with Ryan Air.  Of course we were blessed with amazing sunshine and we didn't want to come back to rainy Ireland.

Last Wednesday afternoon we decided to take an half day bus trip to Lagos, Sagres and St Vincent.  It involved the usual pick up and drive round some Algarve villages, towns and a city and wait for people  some who never even turned up.  The little bus had far too many seats in it and I could not even get my knees in between the seats.  Honest!


Eventually we met up with a bigger coach made up mainly of Germans.  The Portuguese lady interpreter/courier spoke in English for a few minutes and then said the same thing again in German.  Yes I know!

 Any road.  We went to Lagos and then stopped at the site of an old church and a lighthouse.  Then we moved on to Sagres, passed a Lidl and stopped at St Vincents.  This was a wind swept place with cliffs and somebody selling jumpers.  It was OK for half a day but I don't think coach trips are for us.



Hope you are all well?

Saturday, 9 February 2019

Yet Another One Of My Bus Tales!

Donkey years ago I was upstairs on a completely EMPTY bus.  This bus entertainment creature plonks their self down next to me and says:
“Is there anybody sat next to you”? 
“Of course there is.”   
Thinks me:
“ I have just been talking to Saint Francis of Assisi about Margaret Thatcher’s first speech as prime-minister of Great Britain and Warrington?”  
The man was obviously a few butties short of a picnic.  I duly decided to vacate my seat and get off at the next stop.  But of course I didn’t. 
It  was probably my own fault, thinks I.   I had decided to go shopping in a neighbouring town.  I caught the early morning bus.  It was full of people dressed in factory and shop overalls.  Suddenly this gentleman bursts into song at the top of his voice:
 “Onward Christian Soldiers.  Marching as to war. With the cross of Jesus.  Going on before.” 
Some people laughed and applauded.  Most just sighed and tutted: 
“It’s the same every bloody Tuesday,”
Said this very unimpressed woman. 
We used to make our own bus entertainment when I went to school.  We didn’t have Nintendo’s and those MP3 players.   
We went to the local secondary modern school.   Sometimes we would go the local baths.  My friend (the lad who helped me feed the polar bear our butties at Belle Vue Zoo too, remember?) and I use to buy tubes of Bob Martins from the local pet shop for our consumption and of course we would always eat Robertons jelly cubes.  We didn't have designer sports bags either.  A Kwik Save or Asda plastic carrier bag would be used to carry ones swimming togs.  Some bright spark would make an hole in the carrier bag  with a cigarettet or their fingers and eventually you would be walking home with your wet towel and trunks in your arms.  Happy days!
On the way home we might board the bus.  This was always cram packed with schoolchildren from the local Grammar school.   They never brought their grandparents with them though!  Sorry. 
Every week one of us, the eleven plus failures.  Would stand up and give the gathered upstairs audience, a grammar school  take  the Michael concert.  Upper crust snobby voice: 
“Oh hello I’ve got lots of homework today.  We’re doing trigonometry, physics, hockey and algebra, really spiffing what?” 
The working class kids enjoyed the free concert and laughed at the show.  The grammar school kids just tutted and shrunk back into their books.

 A few years later most of the working class kids from my school were on the dole.  The grammar school kids were probably no doubt spending their university grants on subsidized student beer, and p.a systems called stereos or having years off in a kibbutz in Israel....?  Oh to be a swat or to be intelligent even!

Friday, 8 February 2019

Thursday, 7 February 2019

Bus Collectors.

Yes these are the lads and lasses who live in suburbia and way out west.  They are quite normal in every way except for one thing:

They collect buses!

I do not mean those little and quite small model Disney and Lesney die cast models.  Oh no!

I am talking about great big enormous ex public transport buses.  

These enthusiasts collect them for nostalgia and childhood memories and no doubt to be a bit different.  A cut from the rest.  You can just imagine it.  Can't you?

"Well if Mr Jones the next door neighbour collects clocks.  Why can't I collect buses?"

"Hey wait a minute, I've had a brilliant idea.  I wonder if anybody knows where I can purchase a second hand Polaris missile submarine?  It would look lovely over there in the canal besides the sunken coal barge and the Moorhens!"


Wednesday, 6 February 2019

BUS SPOTTERS!

Continuing with the bus theme:  BUS SPOTTERS!
The bus spotter is a strange creature.  Its habitat is normally the local bus station.  You often see this creature on a Sunday morning if you’re unlucky enough to have to wait for a bus.  You know what it’s like your sat waiting for a bus, feeling hung-over and trying to read the Sunday newspaper over some bodies shoulder.  Why is its always a tabloid?  Showing some big breasted scantily clad celebrity?  Suddenly somebody dressed in a lumbar jacket and a hairstyle modelled by Friar Tuck, shouts to somebody in a shell suit and a kagoule:
 “Did you get that one?  “It’s the L6973854.” 
“Yes I know.  It used to go past Withington hospital in 1995.  But now it stops at Halifax Argos every Saturday afternoon.  “It’s got a Perkins diesel engine and Pilkington’s glass constructed the windscreen. ”. 
“Are you sure?  I thought that was the Leyland L6973854?”   
There are even websites and magazines were you can look at your favourite bus.  Or buzz if you come from my part of  Lancashire.

 Get a life lads.  They are just BLOODY Buses! (“Buzzes”).
Another bus theme tomorrow!

Tuesday, 5 February 2019

Late Night Bus Entertainers!


What about the dear old bus entertainers folks? I am not talking about the cheerful Shearing’s coach driver who takes you on your holidays and points out all the boring places at the side of the M5:
 “That’s the place where Concorde took its maiden flight.....” 
There is a late night Friday chat show host on the BBC who owns an house just a few miles from me.  He's from Bandon originally.  Yet another 'Blow In' like yours truly?  That's suppose to be a joke West Corkers!  I rarely if ever get comments from Ireland apart from Heron.  
Instead of interviewing Hollywood film stars he could interview drunks on buses in northern England and further a field?
One entertaining time on a bus was one night coming home from town.  A rather inebriated man (completely rat legged) sat down and started up a conversation with an acquaintance of mine.  Being northerners we were quite friendly, and often engaged with strangers about the weather, the state of the nation and of course football and cricket, Wonder Woman and Charlie’s Angels?  Yes it was a long, long time ago!
Tonight though we had a different topic of discussion on the top deck of the bus.  My acquaintance decided to ask the drunk about him and his wife’s sex life.  (Like one does).  The drunk was eager to inform us of his romantic encounters with his wife.  He even carried a Polaroid'instant' photo of “her indoors” topless. 
The photograph was duly passed around and everybody voiced their approval.  A few minutes later.  One of my friends asked the drunk  if he could see his wife’s photograph again?  
“Course you can lad?” 
How would one go about asking the wife if she would let you to take a photograph  of her topless?  So they could show it to the lads (complete strangers) on a bus on a Friday night?
You don’t get free entertainment when you’re travelling in your car.  Perhaps that is where the vaudeville artistes are plying their trades these days?  I am certain I once saw Shirley Bassey on a bus, on the Hebden Bridge to Haworth road.  Perhaps it wasn’t Shirley Bassey?  It might have been Shirley Williams?  I don’t remember I was probably drunk on a bus at the time!
We often lament the decline of the musical hall, Opportunity Knocks and New Faces.  But at least you can still get a good vaudeville concert on public transport!  “I mean that most sincerely folks!”

Monday, 4 February 2019

A Butterfly Working In February.



Thanks for your comments and reading my last post.


I went over to my brothers house on Saturday,  I was busy planting up his new raised flower beds and plant pots.  We noticed this butterfly working hard.  Busily pollinating some heather flowers.  Anybody know what make/breed of butterfly it is?  I don't think its a Red Admiral.  Perhaps its a moth even?

Apparently butterflies don't have any real purpose except to pollinate and look beautiful and other creatures use their caterpillars for food.  Imagine being just a thing of beauty?

More bus stories tomorrow!  




Saturday, 2 February 2019

Bus Stories!

One thing you won't see much in rural Ireland is a bus!  I like public transport when its not too packed like the Bristol to Dorchester train I went on last June.  It was good of Southwest trains to put on three carriages at rush hour!

I thought I would post some of my bus tales for you.  Hopefully you will join in and tell us some of your public transport tales too.

Here's the first one:

I once had a friend who went on a coach holiday on his own for a week.  He was sat opposite a fellow traveler.  So he decided to start a conversation or may be even friendship for a week?  So he said to the man:

"Hello.  Where are you from?"

The man across the aisle replied:

"What's it got to do with you?"

That was the one and only conversation they had ALL week!

Here's one of Birmingham's finest take on buses or some of the characters you meet.



"Eeeek!  As anyone seen my camel?"

Thursday, 31 January 2019

Shadowlands Revisited.

One of my favourite film of all time is Shadowlands, starring Debra Winger and Anthony Hopkins.  I (we) have seen it at least twenty twenty times and it never fails to make cough and shed a tear or ten.  They both deserve Oscars for their acting.

The film is about the writer CS Lewis and his wife Joy, a poet.  CS Lewis fought in the First world war and converted from Atheism to Christianity in midlife.  He was a member of the Inklings writers group in Oxford and a good friend of JR R Tolkien.  He also fought in WW1.  Its remarkable how they both had faith  in God after what they had experienced.

In the film they go to the Golden Valley in Herefordshire.  Jack (CS Lewis) had a picture of it on his study wall.  We have visited the film location at least five times if not more.  One year (twenty years ago) we took my mother and father with us and we pitched a tent in a field next to the pub.  The landlord only charged us four pounds for the priviledge of camping there.  My mother slept in the car with my dad and we slept in our tent with our then two year old number one son.  I can see my dad carrying a tray of drinks to us.  They must have been in their mid sixties and never 'roughed it' like this before.  I spoke to my mother in the morning:

"Did you sleep?"

"It was alright?"

Her sigh and facial expression said it all!

We visited Symonds Yat and drank coffee and ate bacon butties and it was a great time had by all.  

One of the film quotes: We live in the Shadowlands.  The sun is always shining somewhere else.  Round a bend in the road.  Over the bough of an hill.

Here's a clip from Shadowlands for you!












Tuesday, 29 January 2019

Domino Likes United Too.

I am not the only one who likes United in our house.  Domino also likes them and is a big Paul Pogba fan.  He also watches Snooker.  He attempts to catch the ball and looks round the back of the television to see where its gone.





Domino decided he was making a new bed out of a Walkers crisp ULTIMATE PARTY BOX.  We put his blanket in it and number 2 son cut out an entrance for him.  Domino sleeps under the coffee table next to where the wife sits and knits.  We also eat our meals on our two coffee tables whilst watching television and looking at Tweb and Tinternet on our mobile phones.  Do you sit down at a dining table or are you like us: couch potatoes?






Sunday, 27 January 2019

"Words That Jangle In Your Head.."

I have just learned that the famous composer Michael Legrand passed away. 

 He is probably most famous for The Windmills Of Your Mind.  From the Thomas Crown Affair.  He also won an Oscar for Yentl and five Grammy's.  

I don't have a clue what the song is about, do you?  But I like it very much.

Here's a version by Dusty Springfield.  Dusty's mother came from Tralee and Dusty also loved County Clare.  When Dusty passed away.  Some of her ashes were scattered over the Cliffs of Moher. 

 I saw the incredible cliffs when I went to Doolin Folk Festival last June.  I think this track gives it a real sixties feel, almost psychedelic.  Hope you like it?




Friday, 25 January 2019

"Water And Ground In Their Extremity!"



Some more picture from another one of my walks around the Sheeps Head Peninsula.  The title of the blog is a line from Seamus Heney's poem: The Peninsula.  Seamus recommends that you drive, I would say walk.

It was a grey day with leaden skies when I set off on Tuesday morn.  Once I had navigated the main road and the cars whizzing past me.  I walked up through Gearhies and up Glanlough.  This is very hilly and I was wearing my 'rainy day' waterproofs.  I think I may have invented a portable sauna!

At the top of Moulamill.  I took the following photographs.  In the distance is Mizen peninsula.  The water is Dunmanus Bay on the south side of the Sheeps Head Peninsula.




I love this boreen and often think of times gone by when donkeys trod this road laden with baskets of furze and turf for the fires.  It takes you over to Ahakista.  There are a couple of pubs there and you can carry on West to Kilcrohane or turn left like I did and follow the track to Kealties and along the road next to Dunmanus bay on to Durrus.  I stopped at my  brothers house and the wife called over with tablets for him and gave me a lift back in the car.  
An innovative fence post!  It's actually an old car axle.  Who needs to buy fence posts when there are scrap cars?

Hope you enjoyed the nine mile walk.  I have walked twenty nine miles ish this week.  Perhaps I was a dog in another life?

Are you going for a walk in the countryside this weekend?

Here's the Seamus Heaney poem: The Peninsula.  A bit of culture for you!




Wednesday, 23 January 2019

Gardening In Winter.

Gardeners World is not back on on our television screens until March.  I don't seem to be able to find any other gardening or allotment programmes at  the moment.  

Last night we did watched Ground Force on the Home channel.  It was from a long time a go.  Its amazing how the presenters get older and yet gardens are still very much the same.  

 Perhaps you could make yourself a dream garden like the following clip?


Monday, 21 January 2019

Take Me Home, Country Roads, West Of Bantry".


I went for about an eleven mile walk along the roads yesterday?  It was supposed to be ten miles but I ended up walking up an unknown track.  I did see some nice houses though.  Eh?

I live on the Sheeps Head Peninsula.  This is in County Cork, Ireland.  Its a good place to visit and be in the countryside next to the sea.  Bantry Bay to be precise.  I live on the North side.  Hence the title for my blog.  

You can walk the Sheeps Head Way which is sign posted or you can be like me and walk the roads and boreens in Winter.  Here's some photos I took on my saunter at the weekend.




 The Camelia bush in flower at a former Anglican church.  The church is built on a former ancient church site which was ransacked by the Danes in the ninth Century.  The present day church was built in 1866 following a design by William Atkins.  He also designed Cork Lunatic Asylum!   There were a lot of Cornish miners in the area at the time and it was an overflow church for Durrus church or St James.  My great great grandfather was a miner.  They worked the lead and silver mines.  
 The church closed its doors for the very last  time in the nineteen eighties.  It's been sold a few times since and was an artists studio at one point.  This was the church that my father's parents and their parents went to every week.  I can remember going to the services when we came on holiday.  
 Hungry Hill over on Beara.  Famous for the Puxleys and the novel and film Hungry Hill.  Its also said to be an extinct volcano,  the biggest one in Europe.
 One of the oak Sheeps Head Way finger posts.
 A deserted section of the main road.  Well its deserted while I took the photo.  I like how somebody mowed the verge and cut back the brambles on the stone hedge.  Wish all the roadside verges could be like the one above.  The Irish government could create lots of permanent rural jobs maintaining the road verges.  I met an elderly man picking up litter near here.  Aren't there some wonderful people?

Dunoir carpark.  I turned round at this point and walked the five miles back home.  






A new information board.  It would be a good place for a drinks and grub van ("Daves Dogs"), toilets and even litter bins!  May be a bench  or three?





Beware of livestock.  That's a good one.  I once walked five miles over hill and dale and met a GIANT bull and his wives grazing!  There was no way I was walking (or running) past him.  Oh no!  I had to turn round and walk the five miles back and I kept looking behind me in the process.


Any way.  There are three peninsulas where we live: Mizen, Sheepshead and Beara.  You can visit them any time of the year.  Especially if you walk the roads in Winter!  

I am toying with doing air B and B (or moving to Portugal?) and we have just renovated a two bedroom farmhouse.  Or you could pitch your tent in one of the fields?   I don't really want to rent the farmhouse out full time.  

I could also take you on one of my walks along the Sheeps Head Way or along the Northsider Dave roads and boreens way?  We could go for a pint and I could tell you some of my jokes?  Or sing the Manchester United Country Roads version?  Or just leave you in peace even?

From Half A Veg Plot To A Plant Nursery?

Over the last few years I have become more and more interested in the division and cuttings/propagation of perennials and shrubs.  The veg ...