Hunting

My grandfather’s Uncle G used to say when he went to Mass in June, “good, we’re in the Trinities, hunting starts in the Trinities”. The 13th Sunday after Trinity approaches and we can now legitimately look forward to the start of the season.

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The Sun Ain’t Gonna Shine Anymore

It was Gordon Brown, I think, who said that the time to fix the roof is when the sun’s shining. What a load of cobblers politicians, who have usually never done a day’s work in their lives, talk.

An Unreliable Cure

Today is the first thoroughly wet one. An excellent opportunity to visit the Leprosy Museum.

Sea Interlude

Yesterday I wrote about gallant Pat Jameson. Another Jameson cousin, who did double-duty as my Godfather, served in the Irish Guards in the war.

Bounce

  I love looking at the Bounce Rate for visitors to this site. I don’t have a clue what it means but it reminds me of

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Kentucky Calling

I lived in a large house, well really a castle, in Ireland as a child. It had one telephone placed under the stairs, made of Bakelite, with a circular label like a now defunct tax disc that read DUNLEER 5. This was useful if you forgot your number.