A lot of wool. A lot of bog cotton. A lot going for it.
They’re mostly made of teeth, aren’t they?
It was a high octane day. With lots of exercise, and walking, and running, and screaming, and jumping, and screeching, and leaping, and howling.
And air hockey suspense.
And delicious rib-eye steak.
And they will have a video to remember it all.
Thank you Nana!
One big sinking feeling for Luca.
Luca, you big eedjit. How many times do I have to tell you that the little green salad resting on top of water logged spongy ground is a sure indicator of a very soft bog…
Two brothers-in-law walking in Phoenix park on Sunday morning.
That, to me, is the true beauty of the GAA.