Autumn in Listowel

….Like one that on a lonesome road,

Doth walk in fear and dread

And having once turned round, walks on

And turns no more his head,

Because he knows a fearful fiend

Doth close behind him tread…..

This lonesome road is through Gurtinard Woods early on an Autumn morning 2016


More Style from Ladies Day 2016

There were some great prizes on offer this year. Many ladies left with lot of loot.

This lady won the prize for the best selfie. Let me tell you a good one. I totally misinterpreted the “best selfie’ category. I presumed that the organisers meant the best as in the most unusual or daft selfie. So I persuaded my friend to pose with me with Seán Bán Breatnach and Joe Stack. These were the closest we could get to celebrities on the racecourse. Ruby Walsh and Máire Derrane were busy. I hope the organisers got a good laugh. We did, anyway, when we realised the selfie was meant to be taken by an entrant in the Best Dressed competition.


Poem for the day…something completely different

A Dream Within a Dream

By Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow —

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand —

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep — while I weep!

O God! Can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?