God it’s been a busy few weeks hasn’t it my fellow blog’ees.
Let’s re-cap, the last few weekends have seen me in 3 different countries.
1. Blackpool – Engurlund
2. Agistri – Greece
3. Brandon Bay – Castlegregory, Kerry, Ireland
I’ve been a very busy girl and haven’t seemed to stop for ages! I’m soooooo looking forward to a quite couple of weekends. Doing absolutely bugger all if I can help it!
So, to re-cap. I’ve kept you up to date with 1&2, I’ve still got to tell you all about Ireland! Okay so here we go. Since the last blog……
It was a late one into work this morning. I seemed to be stuck in traffic for ages with nothing moving on Essex road. After a while of sitting on the bus you start wondering ‘Should I get off and walk?’, but then another thought enters your mind ‘If I get off, I bet the bus will zoom off down the road without me!’. So you more or less resign yourself to the fact that you’ll stay sitting on the bus. And after an allotted amount of time you start thinking, ‘Well, since I’ve already been on the bus for x minutes, I might as well ride the rest out here’.
Oh for the last of the great philosophers….
So it was into work late. Sort stuff out and have a couple of meetings and then it’s off with Anna to the Bear & Staff up on Leicester Sq http://www.beerintheevening.com/pubs/comments.shtml/2116/, to meet with Aussie Rob, Steve & Tim for a few beers. We have a few beers, Anna shoots off home to ‘wash her hair’…. hmmmm ………. and Tim & I jump in a cab up to 56 on Newington Green for a meal of Duck Foi Gras for starters & Steak for our main. I had my steak as medium with pepper corn sauce and Tim’s was well-done with a horse radish sauce. Not that you probably wanted to know that,
Okay, okay… enough with the song lyrics. 😉
I’ve got to pack! Okay, so I’m only flying out today and back Sunday – but I still haven’t unpacked since Greece earlier on in the week and I’m flying round the room trying to find my passport, plane ticket etc etc. Get clean underwear, PJ’s etc etc. Remember what I can and can’t take on the plane as hand luggage. Grrrrrr. It’s such a hassle not being able to take toiletries on board. I wish they’d sort these restrictions out.
Panic over. All done.
I head into work and am busy sorting stuff out, sorting deadlines, meetings, papers etc etc etc, have a spot of lunch munching a sandwich at my desk trying to explain to PESA branch why there’s not much point in us providing them SQL script for the reports we are working on as they don’t have a scooby at all on how to interpret SQL! Nor understand the multi-dimensional nature of COINS……
Anyway. Work over, I leave the office just after 1pm and jump on the District & Circle line to get to Liverpool Street. Normally this journey would have taken 20mins. However, today there are delays, after delays and I don’t reach Liverpool street until 1:55pm.
Hmmmmm. Not happy.
I run…. well, not really run, you can’t really run when you are recovering from an ankle sprain. My left ankle slows me down considerably! There’s no ‘bounding across the platform’ for me! £25 later and I’ve got my Stanstead Express ticket and am jumping/hobbling onto the express train.
45mins later I’m in Stanstead and searching for my check-in desk. My flight isn’t until 16:50pm and it’s 14:40pm – over two hours till my flight. Great plenty of time to check in, relax, have a beer. Yeah. Right.
The queue is bloody huge at the check-in desk. Christ, this is the slowest moving queue I have ever been in. I finally get out of the queue at 3:15pm and low and behold, I have to join another queue to get through security. Grrrrrr. Another 20mins later I finally get through security, only to then join another queue to have my friggen shoes scanned!!
For Christsakes!!! I really, really, really do not like flying. I really, really, cannot be bothered with any of this.After all of that, I finally finally finally, get to the bar and wait for Teresa to turn up.
We board the plane and arrive in Kerry with what has to be one of the bumpiest landings I have ever had. Christ there was a lot of wind and the plane swerves side to side on the runway.
I did mention that I’m not a great fan of flying……. My god. Kerry Airport is small. Very small. Not as small as Dundee mind you, but it’s small!
Now, normally this would be easy but I forget. We are in remote Ireland, and they don’t have streetlights. Fantastic. Walking in the fading light down a dirt track to Spillanes http://www.spillanesbar.com/
We arrive there eventually, and I must say, the food was fantastic. Bloody brilliant! I had the wild Salmon, Teresa had the Hake. Huge portions and every mouthful was fantastic. Fully stuffed, we decide to leave Spillanes and try to find the other one pub on this remote island ‘The Green Rooms’. It’s pitch black, we’ve no torch, the wind is howling a gale – but will that stop us?
So off we wander, down the black dark road.
We wake up fully refreshed from wandering in the dark and have breakfast, before deciding what to do for lunch.
The view from our B&B window….
We decide to walk to the next village for lunch, bumping into the farmer on his quad bike herding his cows to the next field….
and we wander out of this little settlement in Brandon Bay……
ahhhh the smell of fresh bread, scones & cake!
It was a lovely wee cafe, Teresa had a tea & scone.
the beach was gorgeous!
The swell/surf was big.
Teresa was straight into the surf, surfboard firmly attached to her leg and the 10ft waves crashing into her! There was a lot of jumping on the surfboard and being thrown off it several times! Although she did manage to almost stand up 3 or 4 times. But I think she’s invented a new form of surfing – knee surfing. Brandon Bay knee surfing!!!
I even made a wee friend on the beach! I think the dog was called Karen or something like that!
It’s was a fab night! We leave the pub after 1am and limp back to the B&B using the power of my mobile to guide us back through the dirt track!
We get up for breakfast, and I’m still limping badly. In fact, I’m hurting even worse than yesterday. Christ. I can’t believe I’ve buggered up my other foot. Friggin eejit.
Teresa wanders back down to the beach after breakfast and I retire back to the room to chill out and pack. We leave the B&B at 11am and are picked up by taxi who drives us to Kilarney – the scenic way using the high road.
That’s hitting the spot.
Teresa pops round later in the afternoon with more nurofen and pizza. Thank god! And I spend the rest of the day catching up on all my unopened mail from the last 3 weeks, sorting out bills etc all from the comfort of my bed curtousey of my lapotp!, and putting on the washing.
Felicity & Teresa have gone out tonight up to the Barfly in Camden to watch Bullets & Octane – I’m still not really up for the whole walking & standing thing. I’m hoping to go to work tomorrow – but I’ll see how the foot is when I wake up! So, tonight is spent watch Spooks!
Till next time!