Hows it going? I have been to Blighty for a week and to Doolin for nearly five days. We spent one night in a hotel near Bristol airport. And the other ten roughing it in tents. I felt like I was a posh tramp. Here's some photos from Doolin for you. You would think it never rained going off the photographs. But of course it did!
Arum Lily's in bloom. My grandmothers still grow in our front garden. The frost got ours this year!
A stack or reek of turf or peat.
Some clever people made a garden out of pebbles complete with a table and chairs. Its planted up with seaside plants like Thrift...
A boat planted up with bedding plants. Its great when people make an effort to make their town look so attractive and welcoming.
Ancient dry stone walls near the ocean. I think they are a work of art made by man and nature.
Friday night was the best in Doolin. It rained and the wind made my flysheet flap all night. At quarter to four in the morning. A twelve inch long puddle formed inside the tent. This then proceeded to give me an early morning shower. I was dying for a wee and my t shirt was saturated from the impromptu shower in my tent. So I quickly ransacked my rucksack come wardrobe and changed.
Then I put on my walking shoes and walk the hundred yards or so to the toilet block in a newly changed t shirt. At least it was raining and my t shirt was getting wet.
I later related my night of the wet t shirt story to other happy campers in the campsite laundry who happened to be also trying to dry their clothes. Two of them shared their stories of puddles and shouting expletives at four in the morning. I didn't feel so bad and realized I was a member of an elite club or tribe. Hey that's a good link Dave.
Here's a song by Luka Bloom who played with the band Fiddle Case at Doolin Folk festival. I have seen him before at Killarney Folk Fest. He never disappoints.
More about Doolin tomorrow! Perhaps this could be the start of a book about Doolin Folk Festival. It's good to be back blogging!
A boat planted up with bedding plants. Its great when people make an effort to make their town look so attractive and welcoming.
Friday night was the best in Doolin. It rained and the wind made my flysheet flap all night. At quarter to four in the morning. A twelve inch long puddle formed inside the tent. This then proceeded to give me an early morning shower. I was dying for a wee and my t shirt was saturated from the impromptu shower in my tent. So I quickly ransacked my rucksack come wardrobe and changed.
Then I put on my walking shoes and walk the hundred yards or so to the toilet block in a newly changed t shirt. At least it was raining and my t shirt was getting wet.
I later related my night of the wet t shirt story to other happy campers in the campsite laundry who happened to be also trying to dry their clothes. Two of them shared their stories of puddles and shouting expletives at four in the morning. I didn't feel so bad and realized I was a member of an elite club or tribe. Hey that's a good link Dave.
Here's a song by Luka Bloom who played with the band Fiddle Case at Doolin Folk festival. I have seen him before at Killarney Folk Fest. He never disappoints.
More about Doolin tomorrow! Perhaps this could be the start of a book about Doolin Folk Festival. It's good to be back blogging!
Great photos Dave, especially the stone walls.
ReplyDeleteThanks Philip. I wonder if our constructions will stand the test of time?
ReplyDeleteI looked up Doolin to see where it is! I like Luka Bloom's voice. I could easily listen to him at a folk festival for an hour or two. Thanks for sharing. Great photos. I look forward to hearing more about what you've been up to Dave.
ReplyDeleteHi Rachel. Doolin is where we caught the ferry to one of the Aran Isles the other year. Remember the Americans lay down looking over the cliff edge? Luka Blooms's wrote some classics. He's well worth a listen.
DeleteThanks!
Oh yes, I remember that. Thanks.
DeleteI still shiver inside when I remember them looking over those cliffs Rachel. Thanks.
DeleteI liked Luka Bloom, and the way after he had said the word 'Tribe' he seemed to go off into his own zone.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your photos, and looking forward to reading more about your adventures.
I am glad you like Luka Bloom Vera. Christy Moore is his brother. I think Folk music concerts are going to be the best music I caan find in Ireland and its not so loud like my old Rock bands are. Hope you're well and enjoying the summer in France Vera.
DeleteNot heard Luka Bloom before, I must rectify that. Good to know that, aside from the weather, you had a good time.
ReplyDeleteI have always enjoyed the sort of scenery in your photographs.
Hi Valerie. It was a tiring trip but there were some good laughs, great scenery and we watched and listened to some great music. Thanks!
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