Feckin' old stuff
Trip Start May 22, 2009
197Trip End Feb 16, 2010
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The Lake of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive fore honey-bee,
And live along in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to were the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the stone'
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
Arrived at the campground in just enough time to set up the tent before a deluge of rain hit and slemp the afternoon away. Seems as though it's my turn to battle the cold and the sore throat is here.
Notes on Irish swearing:
1) It's always a running joke about hot the Irish swear. Well, aparantly they start em young! The other day Brian was sitting in the campsite and kids were running through having a great time going up and down the dunes. A little guy, maybe 4, was scared of going down the steep slope and stayed at the top. His friend ran back to him and yelled: 'ye feckin' comin', Shaemus?!'
2) I was in the bathroom and heard a young girl singing her heart out and it made me smile. Soon her song turned to 'Billy Jean' which made me laugh. All the while I could hear her Dad waiting for her outside with the occasional shouts to hurry up. Then her song was one that I hadn't heard before with: 'feckin' this and feckin' that' and still Dad only commented on when she might be done. Eventually her song changed again to some sort of drinking song which curled my toe-nails with the colourful language. So much for the happy image of a sweet little girl singing in the loo :)
Where I stayed
lakeside caravan and campground