Looking at the Wicklow mountains from the bow of the Ulysses I remember the suffering of last weekend and think of the words of many namesake ;
Wicklow , rightly termed the garden of Ireland, an ideal neighborhood for wheelmen, so long as it didn’t come down.
Well it didn’t come down this year like last year but I did suffer.
Having nearly killed me Hugh and Brendan act all friendly 😉
Traveling to England tonight for the Dartmoor Classic. Three days to go and all my training is finished. Staying tonight on Merseyside and then a six hour drive down to Plymouth tomorrow. Really looking forward to relaxing in Plymouth but after two years of blissful sunshine for the Dartmoor classic I fear my luck has run out.
More Joyce to finish;
British beatitudes! … Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery, (bicycles) and bishops