Thought for Today:
Technology has done at least one good thing; it has given us the ability to remove the bleakness from the dark and dreary winters which, in past times, enveloped people trapped in damp and cold cottages. Thanks to the multi-fuel stove, the dehumidifier, electric light, satellite television, Skype, fridge, freezer, ebay.......... cold nights in are almost a treat, but all of this is nothing without the one thing we need most...........and I do not mean a WII.. agh!!
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
Sea Condition:
A little rougher but ok.
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 :
Dry, light wind, overcast with sun breaking through at times. Very mild.
Night Sky:
Clear last night.
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:
Eggs: 4
Sinead's Blogs:
soon
Fishing on Cape Clear:
All quiet.
Books I am reading:
See previous blogs
My Favourite Poems:
The Nymphs Reply
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields:
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
The gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,—
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.
But could youth last and love still breed,
Had joys no date nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy love.
Walter Ralegh 1599