Thought for Today:
The cold and damp brings sore joints. But forget the quick fix. Instead, consider giving up potatoes, tomatoes, and apples - it works for me. Avoid being sucked in to the 'need' for stronger and ever stronger drugs. Be your own physician and heal thyself. This is not as silly as it sounds and I urge you to consider that we all have the cure to many (certainly not all) illnesses within our grasp, for example; we can exercise our eyes to strengthen the eye muscles, which will improve our eyesight, but we don't. We can do yoga and other exercises to make us more supple and allow us to put our socks on, but we don't. We are always looking for the quick fix, which inevitably creates an imbalance in our bodily functions and leaves us looking for the next quick fix to fix the imbalance of the previous quick fix. Listen to your body, notice your reaction to each of the foods you eat, notice how you feel after a little exercise. Stop living in an instinctive fog and take charge of yourself.
Ferries:
All as Normal Today
We recommend checking the ferry web site if you are travelling any great distance, click the link: Cape Clear Island Ferries.com
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Sea Condition:
Not too bad
Tides:
Click the link for tide times in October: Tide Tables
The above are the tide tables for Cobh .
Simply add 15 minutes to each of the times and you will be close enough for Cape Clear
Wet / Dry / Windy /Sunny / Overcast / Temperature :
Raining overnight and all morning but should clear for the afternoon. A slight breeze. Overcast. Quite mild.
Night Sky:
Overcast.
Richie's Blogs - Happenings on Cape Clear:
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Chickens x 5, Maggie; Oraiste; Teapot; Billybob; Ginger:
eggs: 5
Having problems with pigeons and hooded crows eating the chicken feed. So moved the container into an enclose run. Fitted a small beaded curtain to the little opening but the chickens wouldn't go through. Have to keep training them to make the new system work.
Sinead's Blogs:
Soon
Fishing on Cape Clear:
Calm enough to fish from the rocks
Books I am reading:
See previous blogs
My Favourite Poems:
Inchcape Rock
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The Ship was still as she could be;
Her sails from heaven received no motion,
Her keel was steady in the ocean.
Without either sign or sound of their shock,
The waves flow’d over the Inchcape Rock;
So little they rose, so little they fell,
They did not move the Inchcape Bell.
The Abbot of Aberbrothok
Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock;
On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung,
And over the waves its warning rung.
When the Rock was hid by the surge’s swell,
The Mariners heard the warning Bell;
And then they knew the perilous Rock,
And blest the Abbot of Aberbrothok
The Sun in the heaven was shining gay,
All things were joyful on that day;
The sea-birds scream’d as they wheel’d round,
And there was joyaunce in their sound.
The buoy of the Inchcpe Bell was seen
A darker speck on the ocean green;
Sir Ralph the Rover walk’d his deck,
And fix’d his eye on the darker speck.
He felt the cheering power of spring,
It made him whistle, it made him sing;
His heart was mirthful to excess,
But the Rover’s mirth was wickedness.
His eye was on the Inchcape Float;
Quoth he, “My men, put out the boat,
And row me to the Inchcape Rock,
And I’ll plague the Abbot of Aberbrothok.”
The boat is lower’d, the boatmen row,
And to the Inchcape Rock they go;
Sir Ralph bent over from the boat,
And he cut the bell from the Inchcape Float.
Down sank the Bell
The bubbles rose and burst around;
Quoth Sir Ralph, “The next who comes to the Rock,
Won’t bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok.”
Sir ralph the Rover sail’d away,
He scour’d the seas for many a day;
And now grown rich with plunder’d store,
He steers his course for Scotland
So thick a haze o’erspreads the sky,
They cannot see the sun on high;
The wind hath blown a gale all day,
At evening it hath died away.
On the deck the Rover takes his stand,
So dark it is they see no land.
Quoth Sir Ralph, “It will be lighter soon,
For there is the dawn of the rising Moon.”
“Canst hear,” said one, “the breakers roar?
For methinks we should be near the shore.”
“Now, where we are I cannot tell,
But I wish we could hear the Inchcape Bell.”
They hear no sound, the swell is strong,
Though the wind hath fallen they drift along;
Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock,
“Oh Christ! It is the Inchcape Rock!”
Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair,
He curst himself in his despair;
The waves rush in on every side,
The ship is sinking beneath the tide.
But even is his dying fear,
One dreadful sound could the Rover hear;
A sound as if with the Inchcape Bell,
The Devil below was ringing his knell.
Robert Southey
A Bristol Poet
