19 October, 2010


Thought for today:
A woman without a man is like a hen without a 'partner.'

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

This blog is maintained by Cape Clear Island Hostel: www.capeclearhostel.com

Wet or Dry: 
Dry throughout the day.


Sunny or Cloudy:
Very sunny from the start and not a cloud in the sky -  another sensational day on Cape Clear.  A few clouds arrived at 6.30pm.


Night Sky
Clear in patches.

Temperature: 
Warm all day growing milder later.

Windy or Still:
No wind.

Sea Condition:
Calm.

Tides  - approx: 
High:  03.57
Low:    10.16
High :  16.19
Low:    22.41
Using 24 hour clock

During October
Merlin
Collared Flycatcher possibly.
Barn Owl
Red Flanked Bluetail
Red Throated Pipit
Red Backed Shrike
Pied Flycather
Ring Ouzel


Chickens x 5:  Maggie; Oraiste; Teapot; Billybob; Ginger  
Plumage: Starting to moult - quite a few feathers in the chicken house.
Eggs: 5

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 - picked leaves for dinner
Onion
Tomatoes (nearly ended)
Carrots
Spinach
Cabbage - one is nice and plump
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:






ELEGY.
Why blooms the radiance of the morning sky ?
Why spring the beauties of the season round ?
Why buds the blossom with the glossy dye ?
Ah ! why does nature beautify the ground ?

Whilst softly floating on the zephyr's wing,
  The melting accents of the thrushes rise;
And all the heavenly music of the spring,
  Steal on the sense, and harmonize the skies.

When the rack'd soul is not attuned to joy,
  When sorrow an internal monarch reigns :
In vain the choristers their powers employ,
  'Tis hateful music, and discordant strains.

         The velvet mantle of the skirted mead,
  The rich varieties of Flora's pride,
Till the full bosom is from trouble freed,
         Disgusts the eye, and bids the big tear glide.

Once, ere the gold-hair'd sun shot the new ray
  Through the grey twilight of the dubious morn,
To woodlands, lawn, and hills, I took my way,
  And list'ned to the echoes of the horn ;

Dwelt on the prospect, sought the varied view,
  Traced the meanders of the bubbling stream :
From joy to joy, uninterrupted flew,
And thought existence but a fairy dream.

Now through the gloomy cloister's length'ning way,
Through all the terror superstition frames,
I lose the minutes of the lingering day,
And view the night light up her pointed flames.

         I dare the danger of the mould'ring wall,
        Nor heed the arch that totters o'er my head:
O! quickly may the friendly ruin fall,
        Release me of my love, and strike me dead.

M___! cruel, sweet, inexorable fair,
        O! must I unregarded seek the grave!
Must I from all my bosom holds repair.
When one indulgent smile from thee would save.

Let mercy plead my cause; and think, oh ! Think !
A love like mine but ill deserves thy hate :
Remember, I am tottering on the brink.
Thy smile or censure seals my final fate.


Thomas Chatterton
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