Ulysses- Quest for the golden fleece


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