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wozbridge · 2 years
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Mother
The telephone rang in the hall as the early evening sun illuminated the petals of a bunch of drooping white carnations which occupied a cut glass vase on the small table at the bottom of the stairs. Mother’s house. Untouched by modernity. The same carpet, the same wallpaper, the same appliances, since? Well, since forever. Even before Dad died they hadn’t redecorated for years. “It’s fine as it…
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wozbridge · 3 years
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In the pines, where the sun occasionally shines. (at Slade Valley Forest) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPgyjOmpUgx/?utm_medium=tumblr
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wozbridge · 3 years
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Dublin can look alright in the right light (at Slade Valley Forest) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPgxdFyJZ_M/?utm_medium=tumblr
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wozbridge · 4 years
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Autumn morning, Sandyford. (at Sandyford Business District) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGst3oVJlyx/?igshid=12sizklkyh71p
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wozbridge · 4 years
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Djouce and War Hill
My latest ramble took in the glorious peak of Djouce (ryhmes with mouse, not moose) and the spectacularly unspectacular War Hill. It had been raining in the days leading up to the walk so I opted to tackle Djouce from the starting point of Ballinastoe car park overlooking Lough Tay, AKA the Guinness Lake, as the bulk of the trail leading up to the final ascent is on a railway sleeper boardwalk so…
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wozbridge · 4 years
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Cuilcagh Boardwalk, aka Stairway to Heaven
A sun the colour of egg yolk rose in a sapphire sky, banishing the sticky darkness of another sultry August night. Well, I’m sure that happened somewhere in the world, meanwhile in Ireland I awoke to yet another heavy, grey blanket of drizzle-laden cloud. That didn’t matter to me because I was about to jump in the car and drive the 138km to Fermanagh to take a stroll on the Cuilcagh Boardwalk…
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wozbridge · 4 years
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Killiney Hill is a beautiful part of the world, even when the weather isn’t playing ball. (at The Killiney Obelisk) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEM8ewvJ0RA/?igshid=s5lgx5n1bepg
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wozbridge · 4 years
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Kippure
I wandered lonely in a cloud, quite literally. Driving into the Dublin Mountains, I hadn’t even gotten as far as Killakee when visibility was reduced to a few metres by dense fog. “Its August” I thought to myself, “It’ll burn off”. It didn’t burn off, it got worse. By the time I’d reached the small car park on the Military Road overlooking Lough Bray Upper visibility was down to a few feet. It’s…
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wozbridge · 4 years
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Ticknock
So here it is, the follow up to my wildly *successful blog post entitled On Top of the World, which was a strange title when you think about it because it’s not like I climbed Everest or anything, all I actually did was walk up the 11th highest hill in Ireland. Despite being a bit lumpy in places, Ireland, whilst it is well known as a great place to go for ‘the craic’ due to us all leaving our…
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wozbridge · 4 years
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On Top of The World
Lockdown was a difficult time for all of us, even for someone like myself who was surrounded by family. There are times in all our lives when we just need to be alone for a while, to have a bit of time and space in which to think, so to have that taken away was challenging. Yeah, we were allowed out for one hour a day, but that just felt forced so it wasn’t enjoyable. In fact, it made me feel…
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wozbridge · 4 years
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Legs I woke up this morning feeling super fresh, which was surprising because I ran a 10k race yesterday for charity (which I don't like to talk about).
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wozbridge · 4 years
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wozbridge · 4 years
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“Nobody ever got rich by reading inspirational quotes on the internet” - Also me
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wozbridge · 4 years
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It’s beautiful when the sun shines ☀️ (at Lacken, County Wicklow) https://www.instagram.com/p/CA3Kei4JKC9/?igshid=1nl2s0rk8rr5l
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wozbridge · 4 years
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Wicklow on a summer’s day, there’s nowhere like it. (at Lackan, Wicklow, Ireland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CA21ntApSmR/?igshid=1t1jxxlrz4yzt
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wozbridge · 4 years
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Isolated Thoughts
I thought it would be good for me, for my writing, to be locked indoors for weeks on end, forced to contemplate the prospect of a visitation by a rider on a pale horse with Hades at his heels. Maybe I’d take stock, look back over a life more ordinary than I’d care to admit, and fashion some meaning from 45 years of just enough and scraping through. The solitude, I told myself, would concentrate…
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wozbridge · 4 years
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Locked Down in Dublin
The lonely signals cycle from green to red to green,
It’s Monday morning rush hour and no cars to be seen.
The aging widow contemplates the message to “stay strong”,
On Tuesday as she queues for bread in a line a mile long.
The automated school bell peels a chime out on the breeze,
To an empty yard on Wednesday because of this disease.
A nurse slumps in her driving seat and fights…
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