Walkies

I decided to take a walk around Lough Gur instead of the 'purgatorial' climb up Brandon Mountain; my friend and I tootled along merrily to the lake on Sunday only to find that the actual walk was extremely short, most of the land around it being privately owned. Sooo, we climbed over a few fences and had a bit of a trespass. In all fairness, we didn't realise until afterwards when we spoke to the nice lady in the visitor's centre that we had been on private land, as we had somewhat gullibly listened to a rather dodgy friend who assured us there was a nice six mile walk around the lough. It was rather beautiful, and by heading off the beaten track we saw some amazing ruins (I think it must have been an old church by the shape of the doorway) almost taken back by the landscape. We also ended up plastered to the arse in mud, but it was worth it. Lough Gur is worth a look if you should happen to find yourself in the area, it's a beautiful neolithic sites and has the largest stone circle in Ireland.

Drinks on Friday went well, and for once I was the most sober person present. I had the smug satisfaction of being the only one of us without a bad head on Saturday morning. For some unknown reason we managed to end up in what I can only describe as an old man's pub; talent (and teeth, and hair) was non-existant, but I was called a 'good girl' by an old chap with a hearing aid. Then it was off to a dark, dank nightclub filled with students. That was fun. I think they were playing the same music that they used to play in the local clubs when I was a student.