What a fantastic start to my winter holidays!
Jesus fuck, but me then. It astounds me what diet, exercise, and a royal kick up the arse have done for my attitude and appearance. And in going farther out, I definitely no longer look like a cringy attic-dweller.
It’s pure fucking Leprechaun magic, how it rained in Galway for a straight fucking week. The fuck.
Youngish? Far off may the day be that I can no longer balance on the wall at the Plots.
Miracle of miracles, I managed to get everyone together for breakfast in Loughrea!
My head hurts, but it doesn’t hurt. There’s pressure, not in my head but in my head, if you get me. Got an itch in my feet to get up and go, to run and scream and laugh and jump. I’m angry and happy and fucked up and tired and pissed off and content, and […]
Taken beside the Hill of Doon along the Western Way. What a day! What a view!
Taken on the road from the Hill of Doon to Oughterard.
Taken on the Western Way in early December 2017.
We make our own happiness.