A champion virtue of the sea dog is of course patience. Happy enough on the wall grumbling to themselves or to anyone else who is prepared to listen, slipping and stumbling their way down through the seaweeds in the intertidal, harassing every new-comer to… “pick up the stick… pick it up… do it… come on… [...]
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I guess the chores of the youngsters were different back then. Now, I’ve often flagged the washing up for the morning after but the mess down in Culleenamore on Sligo’s Coolera peninsula indicate the area’s usage by clean-up defaulters goes back thousands of years. So what about our generation’s throw-ahead for the next few thousand? [...]
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Perception is a funny thing. More curious than ha-ha. What lies ahead? Wreckage or opportunity? A long enough drive this time. The furtherest West I’ve been since getting back here. With a dermis-ruffling Westerly gusting to force 6 or more, heading West is a good option; a dash for cover if you will. The foot [...]
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“Ahh hello there! What have you got there in your bag?” No I’ve not been conducting some informal self-training for Customs inspections. I’m curious is all. When I see someone in an enormous jacket with a funny hat who has climbed over the harbour wall from the intertidal below with a well-stuffed plastic bag of… [...]
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Get a vague idea of the wind and get in the car. I mean, really, feck it. Toss your tools in the back and let’s get going. There’s always some little corner that is all turned on by itself and it’s working cause it’s felt the tickle of a swell. Get out there and get [...]
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More passes of brush & dip pen. Heritage lines by the masters. Studies for series ‘Lines,’ by Ian Jermyn 250 x 350mm, acrylic paint & indian ink on paper
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I spent at least an hour ransacking the little unit here in Strandhill for where I had stashed away the poster-tube of brushes that had come with us across from Tasmania over two months ago. Seaside living, scratching a living and finding opportunities to get involved in different happenings about the community have been consuming. [...]
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Every destination has its dark secrets. Strandhill, County Sligo, has one of the highest incidents of aerial attacks by gargantuan invertebrate predators of all of Ireland’s west-coast counties. I love it. The terrifying spectacle of seeing locals and tourists alike being devoured by slugs from the sky. This summer in Strandhill, keep your children close, [...]
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The days-long tantrum of the Atlantic has abated leaving its easing seas to shudder more lightly upon the shore. Coaxed from jobs, from dogs and beds are those who, with patience have stalled their own fervour to play with her emotions, now twinkle out upon her skin dancing to temper their own seas within.
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We had business to attend to. For this kind of business we had the need for business suits, appropriate office equipment and a working soundtrack that is, of course, the business. Getting a wave in was by the by; there were folks to see out the way there to toss about a few ideas, inhale [...]
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