As I begin to tell you about Thursday, it is really Friday morning in my world. I am jammed in the back of Bernie’s trusty, but very full Primera, about to begin the journey home. The house has been scrubbed from top-to-bottom — mainly by Chappers and Bernie, it has to be said — and all our worldly goods are packed in the the car somehow. Right, start the wheels, Driver.
The horse again
Thursday was a leisurely day – in our respective ways of passing leisure time. Chappers went for a long walk, Bernie went for an even longer bike ride, and I drove around a bit. Allow me to tell you about it in more detail as Bernie speeds us toward Dublin…
I’m pretty sure I’ll find something to type about, but from my point-of-view, at least, Wednesday wasn’t the most eventful day of the trip. Dave & Bernie finished the second half of the Sligo Way, and I waited for them. That in a nutshell (and you’ll hear more about nutshells later), just about sums up the day. Oh, and Kay got a new job – which makes it a very special day for her. Congratulations Hun!
Setting Off – Sligo Way Part II
Right, I’ll try and add some meat to those bones…
As trailed in yesterday’s post, Tuesday was a day off for the adventurers. So it was inevitable they would go for a walk. Bernie took us to a particularly picturesque corner of Sligo (which is quite something) in the form of Strandhill. Another trip to the seaside.
The hill at the strand called Strandhill
The gory details follow….
Sorry for the late appearance of this update on yesterday’s activities – we’ve been out for the day today as it’s the Boys’ Day Off. You’ll read about all that tomorrow, in the bizarre publishing routine I’ve settled in to!
Monday, and the routine was broken up a little: The Boys are completing the last short leg of the Miner’s Trail, starting from Lough Key, and as they anticipate it taking no more than a few hours, they are travelling light. No backpacks, and home for lunch. The fact I had the rest of the day to myself, once I’d dropped them off, meant I could indulge in a ride on Iarnród Éirerann, taking the train into Sligo from Boyle.
Dublin to Sligo Train at Boyle
The explanation for the title of this post (however self-evident it may be to those of you who know us) comes later…
The title for this post comes from the branding applied to a leaflet the Boys are using to navigate the Sligo Way, starting today (Sunday). I use it here without irony, though I note it has since been superseded by Sligo: Who Knew. A none too shabby part of the world it is too….
I awoke to the excellent news that the Boston Red Sox had triumphed over the Detroit Tigers in Game Six of the American League Championship Series to win the AL Pennant and advance to the “Fall Classic” (I’ll call it that to save Bernie repeating his “there’s only one country that play in it, so how can it be called the World Series?” rant). No mater. Congratulations to the Red Sox.