Words from a Woody Guthrie song - apparently. They best describe the sound made by the fingernail high waves as they ran over the tinkling fragments on Coral Beach just outside Ceathrú Rua this afternoon.
I am still computerless but by the magic of being cheeky, am blogging from the computer at the local radio station.
Had a great weekend, and have some marvellous pictures of said Coral Beach, old style country houses with half doors, unlikely looking stones etc etc - none of which I can share, as there's no USB portal on this computer (nor can I upload any more shows - just yet - so you'll just have to relisten to the ones I have up there). I don't have any pictures either of the díoscó called Tígh Josie, that we were at last night, imagine a GAA hall, crossed with a hotel, crossed with a roadworks site, crossed with THE most eclectic fashion show you've ever dreamed of, and you're somewhere in the right area. Twas a nice weekend, in another world altogether. Now it's back to reality.... Laptop needs fixing, mobile phone is lost somewhere in work, I've shopping to do, so I'll get going and hopefully be back again sometime later in the week...
3 comments:
Sorry to hear you are without computer, but glad you enjoyed the weekend and were able to share.
Could do with an afternoon on a beach like that right now.
Isn't it a pain when the new technology goes wrong?
Aw thanks, yeah, it's quite sad how much am missing it - and it's not looking like fixing itself yet! Might be another while...
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