The weedend off...kind of

Since the weather wasn't looking too good for hay saving I decided to head away off to castlegregory for a bit of surfing and drinking. Myself, Patsie, Conor, Krassh, Shane and the Wig left Ballybrown around six in the funbus and the red peugot. So once the tents were up we started opening a few cans....actually they were well open at this stage. Cupla deochanna later and we headed down to Spillane's to be sociable. I rightly landed my foot in it commenting on the 3 handed boat race the next day by shouting across the bar asking had I to find a one handed person to compete....and at the table next to us was a girl who was missing a hand...of all times and places. Someone was out to get me. Back to the tents we built a fire and stayed drinking until our eyes couldn't stay open any more.

The next morning forgetting where I was I rolled over and squinted as I opened an eye. I was suprised to find myself out in the open air on the beach....alone. I didn't mind at all. I spent an hour nursing my hangover wrapped in my sleeping bag on the beach watching an early riser catching some nice longboarding waves. It was during that hour alone on the beach that I realised that I wanted nothing more than to bum around, sleeping on beaches, surfing by day and canning by night by the fire. All I need is the weather. There is nothing more natural than waking up in the open air by the beach and to wake yourself up, going for a swim in the atlantic ocean. That is heaven to me.

At ten o clock I got a call from home...."come home now, the hay needs to be turned, its a smashing day here"

The hay is down

Writing this i'm a bit shattered. After the gym this morning I headed straight back to the farm where the meadow was eventually cut. So life will be a bit hectic now for a while until this hay is saved. This morning I found out that I will be getting a 2.2 degree which i'm delighted with. By some miracle I must have scraped it. Probably because of the mark I got on my thesis. While the hay was being cut I made a start on painting the two haybarns. Tough work, especially since the day was so muggy. I headed down town to get a drink at one stage to find that a group of young tinkers were terrorising the town. As I came into town some little knacker was running up town with a man of 80 with a stick in chase. Then further down town some other young knacker was running around punching people in the face. Oh, the joys of Askeaton! I'm telling you, they should bring back the rope......and the cat and nine tales!!! That would sort those feckers out!

The grandfather

Now I know that this may look like a 2 year olds drawing but you would be wrong. The grandfather made an attempt to draw a face this morning. My stomach was sore from laughing. And to make things worse he attempted to fix his sun hat today. He put a piece of parcelling tape over the hole of it and was convinced that it made the hat smaller and a better fit!

The mother came home with a slab of Heineken the other day. I think she is realizing that i'm going mad here at home and is trying to compensate me for it. For a while I thought that it was a really nice thing to do until I found out that it was all gone off beer she had taken from work....ah well, beer is beer!

The reason

This blog is dedicated to the start of my world adventures....before heading off I must survive the next 57 days at the home ranch, a tough stint considering I haven't lived at home in 4 years. This is one of the reasons for starting the blog so early, to keep myself from going insane....