Weekend Messing About
Posted on Monday, August 27, 2007Did I mention I was going away for the weekend?
No?
Well that’s because as usual I was so disorganised I didn’t know it myself.
We all went out on the water on Saturday, down the the estuary, at the little County Limerick village of Glin. (A place with a surprisingly dark history, but I’ll go into that another time). It was the annual Glin yacht regatta, which basically consists of the same dozen-or-so crews taking out the same boats, sailing them down towards Kilrush and back, then going up to Glin Castle where the Knight of Glin makes a little speech and fills them full of canapés and free drink, after which they all head off to the pub to get properly sloshed and plan next year’s bash.
Some went sailing, but the rest of us weren’t classy enough, so we just spent the day buzzing around in inflatables, trying to look relevant, but failing. Some time towards noon, we buzzed across to Labasheeda (Irish: Leaba Sioda — the bed of silk), on the Clare side in the hope of finding a nice snug hostelry, but the tide wasn’t high enough for us to get in to the pier, so we bobbed around on the swell for a while looking the crowd of fools that we are, before skulking back out into the rolling estuary. Eventually, someone had a mini-brainwave, and we found ourselves tucked into John Conway’s fine pub on Glin’s main street, sucking delicious pints while the landlord laboured somewhere out at sea, ruthlessly lashing his press-ganged crew of ne’er-do-wells aboard the dreaded Golden Kopper.
Here’s a couple of shots of the old disused Glin pier, which I like for its desolation.
Here they are coming back from the race. About now, I’m starting to get edgy. I want to get across to the Clare side to Kilkee, and I don’t intend visiting the Castle this year
So I piss off, catch the Tarbert ferry and before you know it, I’m landing in Clare.
Arriving eventually at Kilkee, where we all watch the Gaelic Football semi-final between Kerry and Dublin in Fitz’s pub.
Later, in Scott’s, we watch Munster playing the USA in a World-Cup warm-up for the Americans (Hint: don’t bet on the USA).
This accounts for my current raging hangover. Let me alone. I’m going to bed.
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August 27th, 2007
That looked lovely
August 27th, 2007
Sounds like a great weekend, the best ones are the ones that aren’t planned!
August 27th, 2007
Ah, the White Knight… and Scotts, is it still all pale blue like it used to be?
August 27th, 2007
Great photos. I love kilkee. Best holiday I ever had was a camping holiday there yonks ago.
August 27th, 2007
Lovely pics, Bock. Take care of your sore head.
August 27th, 2007
kit bán : Pretty good.
Maz: That would mean in theory that all my weekends should be great. In theory.
Conan: The White Knight indeed. A harmless enough poor old devil. Scott’s hasn’t changed a whole heap except these days it’s full of paying customers.
Ellen: Kilkee is what it is. Unchanging.
Medbh: Head improving now, thanks.
August 28th, 2007
Wet inside and out. What a great way to spend a weekend.
August 28th, 2007
Pity they didnt send you to Glin when you were younger. Might have put manners on you….
August 28th, 2007
Hello Bock, nice to see you on me blog the other day. Love the pictures, although I can see why the piers are in such disuse with all that Gin.. oh, read that wrong… I think I preferred reading it as gin…
August 28th, 2007
Primal: Yeah. It kinda stays with you though.
Paddy: Ha! I’ll give you fuckin manners.
M of M: Hello. Welcome.
August 28th, 2007
Lovely pics - and a lovely weekend, it would seem.
I’m jealous. Oh, to see a withered, disintegrating pier here :-(
So who were you supporting in the football?
August 28th, 2007
Jovica: Nobody. Gaelic football is bullshit. I prefer the rugby. See previous posts - especially Heineken Cup.
August 29th, 2007
so, are you feeling better now? or was it a 2 day hangover, sugar? ;) lovely pictures