"Oh I'm so hot"
"It's boiling out there"
"I'm roasting..."
"I'm melting....I'm melting"(Wicked Witch tone of lamentation)
Yes ladies and gentlemen for the first time in (it feels like) years the sun is shining in Ireland. The ground is dry, the air is dry, one's skin feels a pleasant sensation when exposed and the sky is a curious blue colour.
Could it be?
Is this...?
Is this summer? (wonderous tone of awe and amazement)
After a wonderful May Bank Holiday weekend (Lainey Fest) spent in Courtmacsherry, West Cork, involving kayaking, forest exploration, games, drinks and 'Gay Icon' Night (TM), I'm more in love with my country than ever. A sea of bluebells and wild garlic in the woods, the waves crashing on the rocks at Dunworley beach and wonderful friends with which to share it.
To quote Kurt Vonnegut:
"If this ain't nice, I don't know what is".
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