Archive for January, 2011

Are you OK?

Week one of our LBC posting for the brand spanking New Year of 2011.  Conrad turned the drum and pulled out a topic for today, it was suggested by me.

Listening

“Are you OK?” He asked.

It had been years since I heard a man say those words and when I heard them again about a month or six weeks ago, the question took me by surprise.

What did he mean?

Was I feeling unwell, was I hungry, thirsty or tired?  He hardly thought I was pregnant…. Goodness gracious that would not alone be a shock, but a greater miracle than a moving statue!

I assured the gentleman that I was feeling fine.

“But are you OK?” He repeated and quickly followed up with “Do you need anything?”

Now we girls are always in need of something….

In my young days it would be an endless supply of tights, I was forever catching them on a chair or with a rough finger nail.  There was of course new makeup or SHOES.  How I loved buying new shoes. Imelda was my middle name! ;)

Well, I was on the wrong track.  It turns out Mr OK was worried about me.  He had been listening to all the doom and gloom in this part of the world: the bank vaults being empty and the Governments taking taxes from us many times over to fill the vast abyss once more.  If that was not enough we would pay extra tax on everything we used… I wonder how much tax we have to pay for breathing?

Back to Mr OK.  He was offering to rescue me financially if the need arose.  I was stunned.. How kind that anyone would think along such lines about me.

I am not very good at accepting gifts.  Listening to the chat of an old friend today brought back a distant memory of such a story that she never forgot…. it happened around this time of the year, before I was married, so maybe that was why she remembered it.

Both our late husbands worked together and there was to be a Dinner dance (all the rage back then) for the Company, in Scotland.  Jack was alone at the time, and the girls in his office were encouraging him to go with them to the dance.  He only knew me a very short time but told me he did not want to go alone and asked if I would go with him.  I agreed.  It would be the first time I met his work colleagues and they me.  My name was added to the list and a room booked for me.  Everything went well and we had great fun.

On the morning after the dance we had time to wander at our leisure, before climbing aboard our coach for our return to the ferry and the journey to Northern Ireland.  We headed out in couples to explore our surroundings.  Soon I found we were in the main shopping area.  We wandered slowly and I was happy to window shop.  No matter what I looked at or admired, Jack wanted to buy it for me.  My friend and her husband emerged from a shop as we were at the window and I was saying “No thank you” for the umpteenth time.  We stood to chat for a few minutes and I explained to her about my predicament.

Her words were “Let him buy everything for you!”  She would have taken everything, but not me.  I saw all guys as my brothers, and would not use them for free booty!  Time enough when we had made a strong commitment to each other.  Indeed after we married, Jack was very generous with gifts.  If he was out and about and saw something that he thought I would like he would arrive home with it.  There was hardly a day passed that I did not receive a gift.   I regularly found a bar of dark chocolate in my knickers’ drawer.

Then there were the raspberries…………..

When I was pregnant I had a longing for raspberries, but of course they were out of season.  One day while Jack was working in the Limavady area, he was in a shop and saw tinned raspberries on the shelf…

You guessed it… he bought out their whole stock!

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A quiet Chat

and thoughts of better days!

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Thursday Special ~ THE SHARING OF MARRIAGE

The old man placed order for one hamburger, French fries and a drink.

He unwrapped the plain hamburger and carefully cut it in half, placing one half in front of his wife.

He then carefully counted out the French fries, dividing them into two piles and neatly placed one pile in front of his wife.

He took a sip of the drink, his wife took a sip and then set the cup down between them . As he began to eat his few bites of hamburger, the people around them were looking over and whispering.

Obviously they were thinking, ‘That poor old couple - all they can afford is one meal for the two of them.’

As the man began to eat his fries a young man came to the table and politely offered to buy another meal for the old couple. The old man said, they were just fine - they were used to sharing everything.

People closer to the table noticed the little old lady hadn’t eaten a bite. She sat there watching her husband eat and occasionally taking turns sipping the drink.

Again, the young man came over and begged them to let him buy another meal for them. This time the o ld woman said ‘No, thank you, we are used to sharing everything.’

Finally, as the old man finished and was wiping his face neatly with the napkin, the young man again came over to the little old lady who had yet to eat a single bite of food and asked ‘What is it you are waiting for?’

She answered

‘THE TEETH.’

Thanks Paddy for this good one to start off the new year!

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No words today

I am here struggling.

Struggling with a project.  I feel I am getting nowhere and want to give up

BUT!  It is the last hurdle and I have managed to keep going so far. I don’t really want to fail.

There are just a few days left.  Maybe I have to many thought flying above my head like pigeons that will not come home to roost.

I tried ‘another cup of coffee’, watching a DVD for distraction and even sleeping.  I am like a child with ants in my pants…

Maybe tomorrow the light of inspiration will touch me.

Wish me luck.

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No More Snow

Wanna bet?  Well I will be ready for it…. if it does come back.

Since 25th of November last year ( I enjoyed saying last year! :D ) when the snow arrived with a vengeance and immediately turned to solid ice, I have been trying to make a purchase.  None of the shops I tried, or online outlets for that matter. were able to help me.

Not giving up, I continued my search during the week between Christmas and New Year.  I found what I wanted online at FieldAndTrek.com and made my purchase.

It arrived today:

You want to see what I bought?

A pair of ten point Grivel Spider Crampons.  Very neat, easy to use and come with strong washable bag to store them in.  They lock together for storage.

Now, will you remind me where I put them when we next have snow? ;)

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Food Monday ~ Pasta & Bacon Layer

Pasta & Bacon Layer
Preheat oven to 190ºC

100g pasta twirls cooked
300g broccoli florets cooked
1 medium onion finely chopped
100g mixed pepper diced
8 slices streaky maple cured bacon chopped
100g sultanas
100g flaked almonds
20ml pesto sauce
15ml oil for frying
grated cheese to top

Fry the onion, pepper and bacon in a pan or wok for 4 minutes.  Add sultanas and flaked almonds.  And cook for a further few minutes.  Stir in the pasta, broccoli and pesto sauce.  Pour into a pie dish and sprinkle with the grated cheese.  Bake for 25 minutes.

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A Tour of Ireland ~ Episode 17

Donegal

County Donegal is in the north-west of Ireland. It is one of three counties in Ulster not to be part of Northern Ireland.  4,841 square kilometres in Area it consists of mostly low mountains, with deeply indented coastline, forming natural loughs. The climate is temperate, and dominated by the gulf stream, with cool damp summers, and mild wet winters. Donegal forces you to sit back, slow down and admire the view.

Ballyshannon is a town in southern County Donegal and birthplace of world renowned blues’ guitarist, Rory Gallagher. It is situated on Ireland’s second longest river, Erne. It attracts many tourists because of its location close to Bundoran (mentioned last week).  The annual Ballyshannon Folk and Traditional music festival is the place to be any August Bank Holiday Weekend as the sounds of traditional & folk music echo from the streets, pubs and theatre. With a top class line-up it provides a memorable festival weekend for lovers of traditional music.

Rossnowlagh roughly means ‘Heavenly Headland’, and this 5km Blue Flag sand stretch is one of Ireland’s finest beaches, topped by blue skies. The awesomely blue Atlantic hauls in hoards of bathers and surfers, locals and day trippers, and the fine golden sand facilitates endless sandcastle building.

Donegal Town is a lively place with lots of pubs and a lively local music scene. It’s topped by Donegal Castle built in the 15th century, beside the River Eske, the Castle has extensive 17th century additions by Sir Basil Brooke.  The Castle is furnished throughout and includes Persian rugs and French tapestries. Information panels chronicle the history of the Castle owners from the O’Donnell chieftains to the Brooke family. Limited access for people with disabilities to the ground floor.

In Killybegs tradition with fishing is all around and you can while away hours watching the fishing boats and the net menders or catch a glimpse of the seals in the harbour.  Other activities include Angling, Birdwatching, Oideas Gael Irish Language & Culture Centre, Diving, Golf, Horseriding, Rock climbing and Sailing.

The village of Kilcar consists of a main street with a church at one end and two textile factories at the other end. In between there are a few shops and five pubs. The village has the principal tweed hand weaving facility in Donegal – I was in it many times, but that was way back when 2 yards of single width fabric was enough for a dress to fit me!! – nowadays it has a shop selling high quality tweed products.

Slieve League Cliffs south of Glencolumbkille. and west of Teelin in Co.Donegal are very spectacular.  Mind you the reward only follows a hair rising 8 km drive, beyond Teelin, along roads with hairpin bends and sheer drops to the sea to arrive at Bunglass Point. They are the highest cliff face in Europe. The cliffs drop 765ft to the sea, and Slieve League rises to 1972ft at its highest. Only experienced hikers should attempt to walk the ledges of One man’s Pass.  This trail climbs out of Teelin and climbs to the highest point of Slieve League.  The path continues to Malinbeg. The area was used during WW 11 as a rest/fuel stop for allied planes - even though Ireland was ‘neutral’.

Ardara is a designated Heritage Town and also a well known centre for the manufacture of Donegal homespun tweeds. The area boasts a thriving tourist trade and social scene, and has been dubbed “The Festival Capital of Donegal”.

Dungloe is known locally as the Capital of the Rosses, its Irish name ‘An Clochán Liath’ (Grey Stone), has its origins in the period before the construction of the Dungloe Bridge in 1762. Prior to this date, entry to the town was by means of a stepping-stone across the river.  With 130 lakes, the area is renowned for lake and river fishing. The wild bog and reed beds area haven for wildlife and the views of the bay, particularly the cliff views from the Golf Club South to Arranmore, are memorable.  It is the home of the Mary Form Dungloe Festival, which takes place each Summer attracting people from all over Ireland and indeed from all over the world.

Burtonport is the mainland port for the car ferry to Arranmore the largest inhabited island around the coast of County Donegal.

Nestling below Cashel hill overlooking Ballyness Bay, Gortahork is a small busy Gaeltacht/Irish Speaking Region, the town’s name means The Field of Oats.  Given its location on the coast hugging the foothills of the Derryveagh Mountains, Gortahork is the perfect base to explore the hills and inlets of the surrounding landscape. The nearby beach of Magheroarty has been described as one of the top surfing spots in Europe and a favourite of wind and kite surfers. It is also the departure point for trips to Tory and Inis Bo Finne two Gaelic speaking islands.

Ards Forest Park based in one of the most beautiful spots in Ireland. The Forest Park also has a number of historic features including a mass rock, ring forts and borders a number of beaches. A franciscan friary is also based within the bounds of the forest park.

Creeslough is less dependent on Farming these days and more geared to tourism and family owned businesses with many local entrepreneurs.  Cutting the corn around Creeslough Today by Percy French still brings back fond memories to many of our emigrants and has made Creeslough famous through out the World.

Carrigart is tucked in the inlet of Mulroy Bay at the base of the Rosguill peninsula, one of the more remote but most scenic parts of the country.  It leads to a spectacular circuit called the Atlantic Drive, the road passes little shingly bays, and hillsides dotted with white cottages, then opens out to the incomparable sight of Tranarossan Strand where it’s possible to have several miles of golden sands, wild Atlantic waves and steep rugged cliffs all to yourself!  The route skirts Sheep Haven and Mulroy bays, Horn head and Melrose head are in focus and from Rosapenna beach you can see the Muslac Caves, cut by the sea into quartzite folds.  Downings is an attractive village on a creek of the much indented Mulroy Bay.  Muckish and Errigal mountains can be seen in the distance to the south.

Milford offers a contrast to the grand headlands and magnificent bays.  It stands at the end of the narrow islanded inlet of Mulroy Bay, and among its wooded hills are two lovely glens with the waterfalls Golan Loop and Grey Mare’s Tail.  From Milford travel north  to the lighthouse on the rocky tip of Fanad Head, then back down the rollercoaster road that hugs the cliffs back to Rathmullan, you’ll pass the early 19th-century Knockalla Fort, built to warn off any approaching French ships.

The refined little port of Rathmullan (Ráth Maoláin) has a tranquillity about it that belies the momentous events that took place there a few centuries ago. In 1587, Hugh O’Donnell, the 15-year-old heir to the powerful O’Donnell clan, was tricked into boarding a ship here and taken to Dublin as a prisoner. He escaped four years later on Christmas Eve and, after unsuccessful attempts at revenge, died in Spain, aged only 30. In 1607, despairing of fighting the English, Hugh O’Neill, the earl of Tyrone, and Rory O’Donnell, the earl of Tyrconnel, boarded a ship in Rathmullan harbour and left Ireland for good. This decisive act, known as the Flight of the Earls, marked the effective end of Gaelic Ireland and the rule of Irish chieftains. Large-scale confiscation of their estates took place, preparing for the Plantation of Ulster with settlers from Britain. Also in Rathmullan, Wolfe Tone, leader of the 1798 Rising, was captured.

Letterkenny is the largest town in County Donegal. It is situated on a hillside overlooking the River Swilly The Earagail Arts Festival, featuring international music, drama, art and children’s events takes place in July. The Donegal International Car Rally takes place in June and the Donegal Harvest Rally takes place in October of each year.
Glenveagh National Park is home to Golden Eagles and many deer, this national park is a jewel in Donegal, covering 480 hectacres with walks and trails to cover every level.
Buncrana has a vibrant music scene with a host of local pubs or bars having live music most nights of the week. The Buncrana Music and Arts festival returned to the town in 2010, after a five year absence. It will return in 2011, and will take place during the month of July. The town is also very famous for producing traditional music artists. Dinny McLaughlin, Paul Mc Clure, Ciaran Tourish and Tom Byrne are all natives of the town, and have performed to critical acclaim all over the country.
Carndonagh is located near Malin Head, the most northerly point of Ireland and lies close to the shores of Trawbeaga Bay. Carndonagh is the main market town on the Inishowen peninsula and is the site of the Donagh Cross, which belonged to an early Christian monastery founded by St. Patrick for Bishop MacCairthan, brother of the bishop of Clogher.

Malin Head is Ireland’s most northerly point.

Lifford is the county town and administrative capital of County Donegal and the seat of Donegal County Council, although the town of Letterkenny is often mistaken for fulfilling this role. Lifford is located in the Finn Valley area of East Donegal where the River Finn meets the River Mourne to create the River Foyle. It is situated across the River Foyle from Strabane, County Tyrone, Northern Ireland.

Grianan Aileach Stone Fort is situated as a commanding presence on top of Greenan Hill (245m) between Lough Swilly and Lough Foyle near Speenogue village. This stone fort dates back 2000 years and is a fine example of stone forts in Ireland, as well as being the seat of power of the great O’Neill clan.

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Turning a Corner

The year twenty ten was not the easiest for any of us.

Earthquakes, a tsunami, Volcanic ash, an oil platform exploding and repeated eruptions of Mount Merapi.

Financial bailouts for Greece & Ireland, Wikileaks and widespread floods.

There was at least one happy ending when thirty-three miners in Chile, trapped for a record 69 days 700 metres underground in San José Mine, were brought safely back to the surface.

And since the end of November I have had the nerve to complain about 8 inches of snow that turned to solid ice in my world with horrendous stalactites of ice and Arctic temperatures.

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I am always glad to turn the corner and embrace a new year.

This new year, I look forward to seeing the world with at least one new eye before January closes.

To seeing the snowdrops and crocuses pop their heads out from the deep dark earth and remind us that life goes on regardless.

The Irish Blog Awards 2011 are scheduled for March in Belfast’s Europa Hotel.  Mark your calendar and come enjoy the craic.  This will be my fifth time to attend the blog awards and they just get bigger and better every year.  Now is the opportunity for Norn Iron to strut their stuff and share a big hearted warm welcome to all the Bloggers.

This is also the year you will hear me singing………*

I’m getting older – grey in my hair,
Furrows on my brow,
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.

Give me your answer, fill in a form
Comment evermore
Will you still read me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?

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* With apologies to the Beatles

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