Thought for today:
A good woman is worth her weight in gold, so make sure she is well fed!
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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Wet or Dry:
Dry throughout the day.
Sunny or Cloudy:
Sunny with white clouds - almost overcast but a lovely day in any case.
Night Sky
Clear in large patches.
Temperature:
Still very mild.
Windy or Still:
No wind.
Sea Condition:
Calm.
Tides - approx:
High: 01.53
Low: 08.17
High : 14.32
Low: 20.59
Using 24 hour clock
Birds: see also http://capeclearislandnews.blogspot.com/ .
Collared Flycatcher possibly.
Barn Owl
Red Flanked Bluetail
Red Throated Pipit
Red Backed Shrike
Pied Flycather
Ring Ouzel
All on 10th October 2010, reported by John Lynch
Chickens x 5: Maggie; Oraiste; Teapot; Billybob; Ginger
Plumage: Starting to moult - quite a few feathers in the chicken house.
Billybob is looking good, her crop is loose.
Eggs: 4
Flowers
Roses looking lovely - pink and gorgeous..
Marigolds are huge and lovely.
Dahlia is in second bloom
Fuschia still looks good.
Sinead is tearing the hillside apart with her bare hands, getting rid of the fern and bramble.
Started building a herb garden a month ago using the front wall at the north end of the house as a backdrop.
Too many other flowers to mention them all.
Vegetables from the walled garden
Lettuce
Onion
Tomatoes (nearly ended)
Carrots
Spinach
Cabbage
Beetroot
Potatoes
Planted turnips
We had tomato,carrot, and onion soup a few evenings ago and it was lovely mmmmm!
Water Shortages
Please use water sparingly as water is still rationed on Cape
Fishing:
NA
Books: Currently reading:
Henry Martyn Field's History of the Atlantic Telegraph, published 1866:
The story of the heroic struggle to connect America with Europe.
Terry Coleman's Passage to America, published 1972.
Favourite Poems:
WRITTEN AT STANTON-DREW.
[Transcribed from a MS. in Thomas Chatterton's handwriting.]
Joyless I hail the solemn gloom,
Joyless I view the pillars vast and rude,
Where erst the foot of superstition trod,
In smoking blood imbrued,
And rising from the tomb,
Mistaken homage to an unknown God,
Fancy whither dost thou stray,
Whither dost thou wing thy way,
Check the rising wild delight.
Ah! what avails this awful sight
MARIA is no more !
Joyless I view the pillars vast and rude,
Where erst the foot of superstition trod,
In smoking blood imbrued,
And rising from the tomb,
Mistaken homage to an unknown God,
Fancy whither dost thou stray,
Whither dost thou wing thy way,
Check the rising wild delight.
Ah! what avails this awful sight
MARIA is no more !
Why, curst remembrance wilt thou haunt my mind,
The blessings past are mis'ry now,
Upon her lovely brow
Her lovelier soul she wore,
The blessings past are mis'ry now,
Upon her lovely brow
Her lovelier soul she wore,
Soft as the evening gale,
When breathing perfumes thro' the rose-hedg'd vale
She was my joy, my happiness refin'ed.
All hail, ye solemn horrors of this scene,
The blasted oak, the dusky green.
Ye dreary altars by whose side
The druid priest in crimson dyed, the solemn dirges sung,
And drove the golden knife
Into the palpitating seat of life.
When rent with horrid shouts the distant valleys rung,
The bleeding body bends,
The glowing purple stream ascends,
Whilst the troubled spirit near
Hovers in the steamy air,
Again the sacred dirge they sing,
Again the distant hill and coppice valley ring.
Soul of my dear Maria haste,
Whilst my languid spirits waste,
When from this my prison free,
Catch my soul, it flies to thee;
Death had doubly arm'd his dart,
In piercing thee it pierc’d my heart.
