Thought for today:
Tomorrow is another day and then we might need a bigger boat.
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:
Overcast for the first hour of daylight then sensationally sunny the rest of the day - Update: it is now 5.30pm and it has been the sensational day I promised earlier. It is still lovely and hot and calm and, and, and, ooooh!
Night Sky
Clear and more stars than grains of sand on the beach.
The constellation Orion rises in the south at midnight and is a joy to see.
Jupiter is still the brightest planet and rises early evening. It can clearly be seen in the south after dark.
The Milkyway is pointing southwest to northeast
Temperature:
A chilly start to the morning but then warming up to hot at midday.
Windy or Still:
No wind.
Sea Condition:
Calm.
Tides - approx:
High:
Low: 05.44
High : 11.57
Low: 18.26
High: 00.33 tomorrow early hours.
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: looking good (haven't moulted since I had them)
Billybob still a liitle hard in the crop but feeding well.
Eggs: 4
Flowers
Roses looking lovely - pink and gorgeous..
Marigolds are huge and gorgeous.
Too many flowers to mention them all.
Vegetables from the walled garden
Lettuce
Onion
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:
The Advice
Revolving in their destin'd sphere,
The hours begin another year
As rapidly to fly;
Ah! think, Maria, (e'er in grey
Those auburn tresses fade away
So youth and beauty die.
Tho' now the captivating throng
Adore with flattery and song,
And all before you bow;
Whilst unattentive to the strain,
You hear the humble muse complain,
Or wreathe your frowning brow.
Tho' poor Pitholeon's feeble line,
In opposition to the nine,
Still violates your name;
Tho' tales of passion meanly told,
As dull as Cumberland, as cold,
Strive to confess a flame.
Yet, when that bloom and dancing fire,
In silver'd rev'rence shall expire,
Aged, wrinkled, and defaced;
To keep one lover's flame alive,
Requires the genius of a Clive,
With Walpole's mental taste.
Tho' rapture wantons in your air,
Tho' beyond simile you're fair,
Free, affable, serene;
Yet still one attribute divine
Should in your composition shine--
Sincerity, I mean.
Tho' num'rous swains before you fall,
'Tis empty admiration all,
'Tis all that you require;
How momentary are their chains!
Like you, how unsincere the strains
Of those who but admire!
Accept, for once, advice from me,
And let the eye of censure see
Maria can be true;
No more for fools or empty beaux,
Heav'n's representatives disclose,
Or butterflies pursue.
Fly to your worthiest lover's arms,
To him resign your swelling charms,
And meet his gen'rous breast;
Or if Pitholeon suits your taste,
His muse with tattr'd fragments graced,
Shall read your cares to rest.
Thomas Chatterton
The hours begin another year
As rapidly to fly;
Ah! think, Maria, (e'er in grey
Those auburn tresses fade away
So youth and beauty die.
Tho' now the captivating throng
Adore with flattery and song,
And all before you bow;
Whilst unattentive to the strain,
You hear the humble muse complain,
Or wreathe your frowning brow.
Tho' poor Pitholeon's feeble line,
In opposition to the nine,
Still violates your name;
Tho' tales of passion meanly told,
As dull as Cumberland, as cold,
Strive to confess a flame.
Yet, when that bloom and dancing fire,
In silver'd rev'rence shall expire,
Aged, wrinkled, and defaced;
To keep one lover's flame alive,
Requires the genius of a Clive,
With Walpole's mental taste.
Tho' rapture wantons in your air,
Tho' beyond simile you're fair,
Free, affable, serene;
Yet still one attribute divine
Should in your composition shine--
Sincerity, I mean.
Tho' num'rous swains before you fall,
'Tis empty admiration all,
'Tis all that you require;
How momentary are their chains!
Like you, how unsincere the strains
Of those who but admire!
Accept, for once, advice from me,
And let the eye of censure see
Maria can be true;
No more for fools or empty beaux,
Heav'n's representatives disclose,
Or butterflies pursue.
Fly to your worthiest lover's arms,
To him resign your swelling charms,
And meet his gen'rous breast;
Or if Pitholeon suits your taste,
His muse with tattr'd fragments graced,
Shall read your cares to rest.
Thomas Chatterton
