Stand back and admire your work as it is only the pleasure in the moment which will encourage you to do more.
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
Sea Condition:
Calmish.
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 :
Wet start at 7pm. Should be dry later. Still a little windy. Overcast. Still quite mild.
Night Sky:
Clear at times but generally overcast
Richie's Blogs - Happenings on Cape Clear:
Click here: Daily News
Click here: Moths & Butterflies
Click here: Birds
Click here: Whales & Dolphins
Chickens x 5, Maggie; Oraiste; Teapot; Billybob; Ginger:
The annual moult is growing and there are feathers everywhere.
3 eggs
Sinead's Blogs:
Not long to go
Fishing on Cape Clear:
Might be worth a try later if the wind dies down
Books I am reading:
See earlier blogs
My Favourite Poems:
The Men That Don’t Fit In
There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in.
Robert Service
