Cycled the Greenway between Westport and Mulranny (and back, since it was so gorgeous).
And, incredibly enough, we did it in the sun (!!!) and a nice midge-eradicating breeze.
It was so beautiful I could have cried.
I still don’t know where they got the name from though… (???)
A giant Pacman has been spotted eating his way through the population of Dun Laoghaire.
I wish he had started with that bollox cyclist who went through a red light and brushed past me, with an air of extreme annoyance on him.
I had walked onto the road at the red man before him.
He should know that the first law-breaker has the right of way…
Tsk… Is it too much too ask for to have some form of hierarchical anarchy around here?
Sometimes, sometimes only, I see cycling in a slightly more attractive light.
The rest of the time it is for me the fastest, cheapest means of getting from A to B.
Usually in the rain.
Most of the time with the wind in my face.
* in French, la fille canon
This is a kid.
On his bike.
Giving me a rather frosty look as he cycles past.
Not particularly representative of my day*
But I liked the image, so there you go.
* my day was mostly about non-cycling adults giving me dirty looks
In and around Dublin 