A daily mish-mash of stuff, fluff and nonsense
Ah, Ireland... where you (should) never do more than 20mph down the back roads because you never know what's round the corner. I grew up there in the 60s and remember a case reported in the local paper where a tourist was fined five pounds for "reckless driving" (he ran into a herd on the road and killed one) and the farmer was fined a shilling for "letting the animal stray".
I lived in Ireland too. A new ring road was built around the town - speed limit 50kmh.In contrast, a small very narrow country road which leads to the local airport - speed limit 80mph! (It's an old sign and this was before everything changed to kmh).Completely mental.
I live in the west of Ireland. Not a week goes by that a coupla cows are either being moved from one field to another and has traffic (me) waiting, or else they just feel like a wander and break out of their fields. Just the other day four cows jumped my cattle-grid and made a bollix of my yard. It looks like a 'Pitch and Putt' golf centre with all the holes.Thats why I eat beef. Revenge.
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