Tuesday, 7 April 2020

Miles And Miles Of Empty Space In Between Us........ ......

Mr Yorkshire Pudding asked me to post a blog of where I live.  Here goes YP:



Here's some photos that I took a few weeks ago.  When it wasn't raining and Storm Brendan wasn't leaving his calling card.  Yeah they are more photos of the Sheepshead Peninsula here in Westus Corkus on the Irish  Riviera.  It's what I call my Northsider walk.  Some of it is on the Sheepshead Way and some of it's on roads.  My walk is approximately six miles long.  There is a bit of walking up hills but the views of the two bays, Bantry and Dunmanus are worth it when you get to the top.


A long  and winding road or boreen if you live in Ireland.

Bantry Bay and Beara Peninsula 

The rugged Sheepshead Peninsula.




A beach and Bantry Bay looking over to Hungry Hill.

A oak yellow Sheepshead Way finger post.



It  makes me want to sing that Leo Sayer song which contains the blog title.  or maybe you like the following video:


The lyrics are The Peninsula by Seamus Heaney.  Water and Ground in their extremity is one of the lines.  Mr Whasp a Sheepshead Peninsula musician made the video and sings The Peninsula.  The camera work is excellent too.  Enjoy!

Monday, 6 April 2020

Another Day In The Polytunnel And The Garden..

Yesterday was a wet and windy day on the peninsula.  I never saw a soul apart from my immediate family.  I potted on some perennials and pricked out sprouts and leeks and repotted them into trays and plastic modules which I reuse over and over again.
A new invention.  A shower curtain cover for the bath beds.  We're growing carrots in this bath this year.  The shower curtain should work like a greenhouse and keep any nasty creatures out.
Making use of an old fish box and a polystyrene packing case which we grew spudatoes in last year.  It just shows you can grow vegetables in any container and anywhere.  The missus came back with some cabbage broccoli plants from the German garden centre and beer providers.  Only two Euros for twelve plants.  They had sold out of the cheap 3 for 6 Euros compost, drat!
                                         
A rescued bench.  We spotted the frame of an old bench about a year or so in a scrapyard and number one son eventually got around to welding bars on it.  Number 2 son helped me carry it into place today.  It weighs a ton.  We placed it on the house gable facing my plant nursery and veg plot and Portugal my polytunnel.  It will be nice to have a cup of coffee or glass of beer or wine and watch everything grow.  I love bringing things back to life.  It's  a nice day today too.

Sunday, 5 April 2020

A New Song By A Great Band.

I first found out about Bournemouth Celtic Rock band Blackwater County when I saw them at Wimborne Folk Festival in 2018.  It was in The Paddock and it was a glorious Sunday afternoon.  The beer tent served some fine ales too.  Ringwood Brewery ales if I remember.  Not your usual weak music festival stuff.

Any road they have a new video out.  It's very catchy and I keep playing it.  The track starts off slow but it soon gets going.  You might even dance. I have featured Blackwater County on here before.  I hope they make it big.

Here's  the new video:













Do you like it?

Saturday, 4 April 2020

A Look At The Plants And Veg Plot.

I have been a busy bee and the veg plots are ready to grow vegetables and plants.
Who is that old bloke next to the polytunnel?  It's me of course.  Here's the hundreds probably thousands of plants that Mother Nature and me have propagated by division and cuttings.  They're ready to be sold or swapped or even bartered.  I once renovated an overgrown garden and the owners gave me a car.  What's the best barter you've done?
Another picture of me plants.  There's shrubs and herbaceous perennials. I was going to open up a plant nursery or get a stall on a market but this crisis means I can't sell them.  Why are plants and garden centres not essential?  I can't even get my wheelbarrow wheel fixed either or buy some vegetable seeds online.  The place has gone to seed.  Sorry couldn't resist that pun!
Inside 'Portugal' my polytunnel.  Even the path is full of plant cuttings.  It's become an obsession.  I am a plantaholic.

Weeding my Japanese onions.  I gave them a feed of organic poultry manure too.

I hope  you enjoyed the tour of my garden of Eden here on the Irish Riviera?  

Friday, 3 April 2020

Looking At Donkeys Through An Old Hedge.


We spotted these two donkeys the other week when went for a saunter.  I told them  two donkey jokes;

What's  a Blackpool donkey get for its dinner?

Half an hour😊!

.What do you call a donkey with 3 legs?

A Wonky!


Here's a funny cartoon about donkeys.  They have County Cork accents:

See you tomorrow.


Thursday, 2 April 2020

A Canine Compost Pal.

Meet Rosie our new gardener.  She's  a Golden Retriever and likes walking and
compost making. I think she's rather beautiful  don't you?

Monty Don has Nigel and Nellie the Golden Retrievers to help him, we have Rosie.

Another day in the veg plot today.  I am becoming a full time stay at home gardener.

Wednesday, 1 April 2020

I Work In The Garden. My Wife Bakes A Cake.



I have been a busy bee in the garden every day.  I think showers begin on Friday.  I came in yesterday and my wife had baked a cake and it was a cake mix from the German garden centre and food store.  I ate the cake which only cost 2 Euros and drank a cup of instant Cappuccino.  The cake reminded me of children's birthday cake.  I am not complaining though.  You can't  beat home baking can you?

People are growing there own and baking this year.  If you have never grown anything please give it a go.  Even if it's a few plant pots of compost and a packet of seeds.  You will be amazed by the freshness and your bountiful harvest

There's even talk of doing some room painting next week when it rains.  Even painting our bedroom!  I haven't painted it for over five years and the last time I never bothered painting behind the wardrobes!  I might be living in the polytunnel  when  we move the wardrobes next week.  Where will I put everything?   Perhaps we can get a little man or woman from the village to paint it for us?

Is there any task you can't  or won't do?  I hate Hoovers.

A Birthday Present.

 I reached the grand old age of 62 last Friday.  Like that great English folk singer Sandy Denny once sang: "Who knows where the time g...