August 15 - Dublin Aren’t those nature photographers and film makers a patient lot. They can sit for hours or days, waiting for their shot, waiting for something furred or feathered to do something that will be worthy of commentary from Sir David Attenborough. We could have joined their ranks today. We left the hubbub... Continue Reading →
Could I Have A Special Order Of Quiet Please
August 14 - Dublin Well, Dublin is officially the noisiest place we have been thus far. Yes, I know it’s a city and yes, I know it’s a capital city, but still. We have been in a lot of cities and this is the eighth capital city we have been to this trip and none... Continue Reading →
Are You 7 Feet Tall?
August 13 - Portadown to Dublin Another ripper ride today. More sunshine! Fabbo! More memorable meetings with people. More scenery and…we implemented Stage 1 of our cunning plan… We rode out of Portadown under clear skies and sunshine, but with a definite bite in the air. It was chilly and a breeze was blowing, but... Continue Reading →