on Friday evening we left east Dublin and travelled south to county Limerick in our battered BMW. moo moo drove and i sat drinking cans of Danish green in the disordered back, where Delaney drooled on the shoulder of my coat, and Bonnie drooled onmah lap. it took three hours to drive to nowhere and we wudda got to there quicker if we hadinta been pulled in by the Guards for speeding.
the weakend waz luvvely and Ballyhoura was warm and welcoming with her long walks to towns i never heard of and hills i thought only existed in Rome. our dogs indjoyed shit smells and country cousins who’d never met them, and from the sounds of those barking wolves, they didint want to.
tired, we returned to our forest roots; feet sore, from the ten kilometre walk up the fucking mountain, and the ten kilometre walk, down the fuckin’ mountain. And we watched the greatest spectacle of Saturday rugby thatz bin played in some time.