Monday, May 29, 2006
Many more photos to come...
But it is taking so long... So check out Flickr and the ones I've blogged. More to come!
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Da Vinci Code
So we went to see this... Kevin is off to Paris next week for work and they are doing a Da Vinci Code tour. We thought it would be good to have seen the film before he did that...
It isn't rubbish - but is about as good as the book. Which ain't necessarily saying much...
It isn't rubbish - but is about as good as the book. Which ain't necessarily saying much...
Friday, May 26, 2006
Ceileidh Club - second time around
Me, Julia and Owen headed off to the Ceileidh Club again on Friday night. It wasn't anywhere near as busy as it had been the first time, and there were loads of different dances but it was still really good fun. I was a bit of a wallflower this time though - Owen found a Brazilian girl to dance with and Julia was soon snaffled by a group - I wasn't quite so lucky, but usually managed to find some people to dance with!
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Crete tales...
Are being added below - on the correct date. Photos will be added as soon as I've downloaded them off my camera. Hopefully over the next couple of days...
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Crete was fab....
Just back from our week in Crete - absolutely wonderful. We stayed on Stalos Beach at Pavlakis Beach. Weather was superb - straight sun every day - and it was hitting over 30 for the last couple of days. Will update the blog later this week with more detail and photos - and boy did I take a lot!!
Crete - Day 7 - Last day
And so it came to the last day. Neither of us wanted to leave, and Antonios had been urging us to stay for another week for ages. But sadly we had no choice...
We had a lovely brunch with the group before we left, and I made a big fuss of the cute (but pregnant) kitten that I had made friends with and then we had to head off.
Back to London where it was grey, cold and wet.
We had a lovely brunch with the group before we left, and I made a big fuss of the cute (but pregnant) kitten that I had made friends with and then we had to head off.
Back to London where it was grey, cold and wet.
Monday, May 22, 2006
Crete - Day 6 - Samaria Gorge
Didn't do anything of note on Sunday - we had a very lazy day lying around the pool reading and swimming - bliss :-).
On Monday it was an early start as we headed off up to walk the Samaria Gorge. The Gorge is 13km long, with an extra 3km at the end down to the village where you can get the boat from.
And it was hard work.
We didn't walk much with Kath and Janice (Paul and Marilyn weren't walking it), as we had a faster pace than them, but it was really quite tough. Downhill on rocks for what felt like forever - we kept thinking we had got to the bottom only to realise that we hadn't as we headed off down again.
But it was absolutely fantastic. The views were just stunning and the geography was amazing. I'm not sure my photos really do it justice, but do check them out on Flickr! We had taken our walking boots and I'm really pleased we had. Some people were just doing it in sandals which struck me as being particularly crazy, but they did all do it. They have donkeys in the Gorge to ferry out people who can't complete it - and apparently a heli-pad but we didn't see that.
We did have to keep remembering to stop and admire the view - it was very easy to just focus completely on where your next foot was going and not look up at all.
We started walking at 8.30 and finished the Gorge at 2pm, got to the village at 2.30 and got the 3.45 ferry back to Sfakia. Kath and Janice got the later ferry, so Kevin and I didn't wait but jumped on a bus from Sfakia to Hania.
I was also really interested in Sfakia as that is where the soldiers were evacuated from after the Battle, so I was somewhere where I really knew my Dad had been. It felt quite strange. The road up out of Sfakia was incredible - I've taken loads of photos for my family of the terrain, but check out this one of the road - very very steep and very very windy! I was glad I was on a full sized bus - although it is also the first time that I've put my seatbelt on in a bus!
On Monday it was an early start as we headed off up to walk the Samaria Gorge. The Gorge is 13km long, with an extra 3km at the end down to the village where you can get the boat from.
And it was hard work.
We didn't walk much with Kath and Janice (Paul and Marilyn weren't walking it), as we had a faster pace than them, but it was really quite tough. Downhill on rocks for what felt like forever - we kept thinking we had got to the bottom only to realise that we hadn't as we headed off down again.
But it was absolutely fantastic. The views were just stunning and the geography was amazing. I'm not sure my photos really do it justice, but do check them out on Flickr! We had taken our walking boots and I'm really pleased we had. Some people were just doing it in sandals which struck me as being particularly crazy, but they did all do it. They have donkeys in the Gorge to ferry out people who can't complete it - and apparently a heli-pad but we didn't see that.
We did have to keep remembering to stop and admire the view - it was very easy to just focus completely on where your next foot was going and not look up at all.
We started walking at 8.30 and finished the Gorge at 2pm, got to the village at 2.30 and got the 3.45 ferry back to Sfakia. Kath and Janice got the later ferry, so Kevin and I didn't wait but jumped on a bus from Sfakia to Hania.
I was also really interested in Sfakia as that is where the soldiers were evacuated from after the Battle, so I was somewhere where I really knew my Dad had been. It felt quite strange. The road up out of Sfakia was incredible - I've taken loads of photos for my family of the terrain, but check out this one of the road - very very steep and very very windy! I was glad I was on a full sized bus - although it is also the first time that I've put my seatbelt on in a bus!
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Crete - Day 4 Shopping in Hania and Suda Bay
On Saturday Kev and I went into Hania to check out the 'Old Town'. This was absolutely lovely - winding wee backstreets with some really lovely shops. We bought a sand painting, a metal platter (for nibbles when we entertain!), and after finding 'Leather Alley', 3 wallets each, and a bag each... Well it was so cheap - and I needed a new wallet after having mine stolen the week before...
In the evening we went to the final part for us of the Battle of Crete Commemorations - the wreath laying ceremony at Suda Bay. Suda Bay is where the Allied Cemetery is - sited on the bay where the soldiers landed originally. It is beautifully maintained, and is on a stunning site. The rows and rows of white crosses make a very powerful statement. I was shocked at the number of graves which didn't have names - 'Known only to God'. It was very very sad, and very moving.
I can't begin to imagine what it was like for the veterans to return back to Crete. It would be such a different place now than it was then, but the memories and emotions must have been almost overwhelming. When one old Australian soldier was asked when was the last time he was in Crete he replied "65 years ago".
In the evening we went to the final part for us of the Battle of Crete Commemorations - the wreath laying ceremony at Suda Bay. Suda Bay is where the Allied Cemetery is - sited on the bay where the soldiers landed originally. It is beautifully maintained, and is on a stunning site. The rows and rows of white crosses make a very powerful statement. I was shocked at the number of graves which didn't have names - 'Known only to God'. It was very very sad, and very moving.
I can't begin to imagine what it was like for the veterans to return back to Crete. It would be such a different place now than it was then, but the memories and emotions must have been almost overwhelming. When one old Australian soldier was asked when was the last time he was in Crete he replied "65 years ago".
Friday, May 19, 2006
Crete - Day 4 Flag raising, lunch at Zourva, wreaths at Galatas, evening meal
Friday morning we got up and went to the first of our official Battle of Crete commemorations, which was the flag raising ceremony at Hania. The flags are raised at the fort in the Harbour which also houses a small museum which had a very good exhibition on the Battle of Crete. There were quite a few of the old soldiers there, most in full uniform. One old Scottish soldier was berating another one for taking his hat off and wiping his head - "Put your hat back on soldier!". Very funny! The NZ contingent were easy to spot in their white polo shirts - quite a few from the Maori Battalion had made the trip over. The flag raising was very simple, but really very moving as well.
In the afternoon we did the trip from hell back up to Zourva to have lunch. And despite mine and Kevin's reservations given the road, it was worth it. We just ate and ate and ate (and drank some wine!) and it was beautiful. A lovely setting, sat outside, with an amazing view and the food was just gorgeous. And it kept coming!
In the evening we went up to two wreath laying ceremonies at the village of Galatas. The first one was at a memorial above the village, the second one in the village itself. The second one took quite a while - about 30 wreaths being laid, all being announced in Greek - luckily we were stood by a Greek who was able to translate who the wreaths were from!
Following the ceremonies it was down to the Panorama Hotel where the Mayor of Hania lays on a huge Greek meal, dancing etc, for the returned veterans and their entourages. Having had such a huge lunch I didn't eat very much at all! But I ended up being sat next to Neville Perkins, the brother of Dudley Perkins - known as Vasili - The Lion of Crete. It took me a while to make the connection - we spent more time talking about walking as he was doing a walking holiday of Crete! But it was quite fascinating to hear him talk about going up to the village where his brother had been based, and how emotional it had been, and how the villagers still remembered him.
I also bumped into a woman I used to work with at TPK - Harima. She was with the NZ group and she told me that the 'baby' of the group was 86! It was entertaining at dinner watching two of the NZ organisers fight over whether the veterans should be taken home or not. One of them thought they should be allowed to stay, the other wanted them home as they had a long day the next day, and in the end they ended up leaving before the end of the meal without their pudding - somehow I suspect the veterans would have rather stayed for their pud!
In the afternoon we did the trip from hell back up to Zourva to have lunch. And despite mine and Kevin's reservations given the road, it was worth it. We just ate and ate and ate (and drank some wine!) and it was beautiful. A lovely setting, sat outside, with an amazing view and the food was just gorgeous. And it kept coming!
In the evening we went up to two wreath laying ceremonies at the village of Galatas. The first one was at a memorial above the village, the second one in the village itself. The second one took quite a while - about 30 wreaths being laid, all being announced in Greek - luckily we were stood by a Greek who was able to translate who the wreaths were from!
Following the ceremonies it was down to the Panorama Hotel where the Mayor of Hania lays on a huge Greek meal, dancing etc, for the returned veterans and their entourages. Having had such a huge lunch I didn't eat very much at all! But I ended up being sat next to Neville Perkins, the brother of Dudley Perkins - known as Vasili - The Lion of Crete. It took me a while to make the connection - we spent more time talking about walking as he was doing a walking holiday of Crete! But it was quite fascinating to hear him talk about going up to the village where his brother had been based, and how emotional it had been, and how the villagers still remembered him.
I also bumped into a woman I used to work with at TPK - Harima. She was with the NZ group and she told me that the 'baby' of the group was 86! It was entertaining at dinner watching two of the NZ organisers fight over whether the veterans should be taken home or not. One of them thought they should be allowed to stay, the other wanted them home as they had a long day the next day, and in the end they ended up leaving before the end of the meal without their pudding - somehow I suspect the veterans would have rather stayed for their pud!
Lunch at Zourva
Lunch at Zourva - Group 2
Originally uploaded by Megan Shields.
Marilyn, Paul, Kath, Antonios, Janice and Kevin
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Crete - Day 3 Elafonisi and shrine
Thursday we headed off to Elafonisi, - near the southeast tip of Crete and 76km from Hania. It was what seems to be a typical Crete road - up and down hills, windy, with steep drops over the sides down into whatever gorge you are driving past at the time...
On the way there we stopped at a shrine in a cave (will update this later as I have the name of it written down but don't have it with me!). On the way up the steps to the cave we passed the Dragon's Wort plant - very striking looking, but boy does it smell! I seriously thought something had died in the bushes until it was pointed out that it was the plant... We came across this a lot in the Samaria Gorge as well. The cave was pretty cool - although having watched The Descent recently I didn't want to get too far into it!
Elafonisi was absolutely beautiful - I've never swum in sea that was so crystal clear. Mind you it was bit colder than it was at Stalos Beach, but it was absolutely gorgeous. It was really windy when we arrived which wasn't so nice, but we walked over to the island and found a sheltered nook there which was fine. Kevin and I went for a walk along the beach, finding the obligatory naked sunbathers at the end of the beach! The colour of the water was just stunning - I could have stayed there a lot longer.
On the way there we stopped at a shrine in a cave (will update this later as I have the name of it written down but don't have it with me!). On the way up the steps to the cave we passed the Dragon's Wort plant - very striking looking, but boy does it smell! I seriously thought something had died in the bushes until it was pointed out that it was the plant... We came across this a lot in the Samaria Gorge as well. The cave was pretty cool - although having watched The Descent recently I didn't want to get too far into it!
Elafonisi was absolutely beautiful - I've never swum in sea that was so crystal clear. Mind you it was bit colder than it was at Stalos Beach, but it was absolutely gorgeous. It was really windy when we arrived which wasn't so nice, but we walked over to the island and found a sheltered nook there which was fine. Kevin and I went for a walk along the beach, finding the obligatory naked sunbathers at the end of the beach! The colour of the water was just stunning - I could have stayed there a lot longer.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Crete - Day 2. Marilyn arrives, Maleme
Day 2 started nice and slowly - we were exhausted from our long day the day before so we had a lovely sleep in. Don't have to rush when you are on holiday! We went for a stroll down the beach to see what it was like - loads of different studio apartment hotels, bars on the beach etc, quite a few flying the flags of the UK holiday firms. We wandered back down the road to see if there was anything worth seeing there but there wasn't really - just tavernas, supermarkets and tourist shops.
We got back to the apartments and Marilyn had arrived with her group - Kath, Paul and Janice. Antonios was very keen to take us back up to Zourva for a meal but that didn't work out for the first afternoon. Once Marilyn and the group had settled in we went for a drive down to the Germany Cemetery at Maleme. The site overlooks the airfield at Maleme where the Battle of Crete begun, and it is also the site where most of the German paratroopers were killed - before they reached the ground in most cases. Rather than headstones, there are tablets in the ground, and two men are buried in each plot. It is beautifully maintained, and very sombre. Interestingly, the Germans didn't get their cemetery until the 1970s - until then the Germans had been buried in various different cemeteries around the the island.
That evening we went out for a lovely meal at Markos' Taverna. Off the beaten track, up a hill it was lovely. We were met by the (rather lovely) son of the owner who had returned from New York that day. Then we were taken into the kitchen to be told what the dishes were and we chose from there - no menus here! At the start of the meal the men were given a short of Raki to drink, the 'ladies' were given Ouzo!
We got back to the apartments and Marilyn had arrived with her group - Kath, Paul and Janice. Antonios was very keen to take us back up to Zourva for a meal but that didn't work out for the first afternoon. Once Marilyn and the group had settled in we went for a drive down to the Germany Cemetery at Maleme. The site overlooks the airfield at Maleme where the Battle of Crete begun, and it is also the site where most of the German paratroopers were killed - before they reached the ground in most cases. Rather than headstones, there are tablets in the ground, and two men are buried in each plot. It is beautifully maintained, and very sombre. Interestingly, the Germans didn't get their cemetery until the 1970s - until then the Germans had been buried in various different cemeteries around the the island.
That evening we went out for a lovely meal at Markos' Taverna. Off the beaten track, up a hill it was lovely. We were met by the (rather lovely) son of the owner who had returned from New York that day. Then we were taken into the kitchen to be told what the dishes were and we chose from there - no menus here! At the start of the meal the men were given a short of Raki to drink, the 'ladies' were given Ouzo!
German cemetery at Maleme 1
German cemetery at Maleme 1
Originally uploaded by Megan Shields.
The Maleme airfield is the background here.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Crete - Day 1
Trip over to Crete was ok. We had a 7am flight from Gatwick which necessitated a VERY early start - my alarm went a 3.20am... And the airport was so busy! We thought at that time we would just stroll on through but there was a huge queue to check in, and then again at security. We ended up just having time to pick up the last few things we needed in Duty Free before having to go to the Gate - which I was secretly pleased at, as that is always the point that me and Kevin argue at!
We were flying Excel airways - my first experience of a charter flight but it was fine. Antonios, the owner of Pavlakis Beach was there to pick us up and we managed to find him ok. I noticed on the way in that when I mentioned that we were only there for one week he looked a bit confused, but I assumed that he had thought we were staying for two and there was some confusion in the booking. But no. It turns out we had committed the cardinal sin of only going to Crete for one week, and he made it his personal mission to try and convince us (either directly or through Marilyn who had organised our accomodation etc) to stay longer for the rest of the trip! The cleaner Maria would also make comments to us that next time we must come for longer...
If you check out the website for the accomodation our balcony was the second one from the left on the top floor. And that is Antonios in the top right hand photo!
After arriving we went back downstairs and had a strong glass of wine with Antonios and some of his English guests/friends. He got a bit concerned that our itinerary didn't contain a trip to Zourva and so we had to meet him at 7pm that evening. So off we went in his car up an incredibly winding steep road to a Taverna at the top, where we had some local made cheese and honey and tea, then it was off back down into Hania where he deposited us at a hotel with an amazing view, where we ate the meal he had pre-ordered for us and then he came and picked us back up again. All paid for by him. By then it was about 11pm and we were knackered. All we could think of was our bed... and also wondering a little bit about staying with someone who took us out and paid for everything - you don't get that in the UK!
We were flying Excel airways - my first experience of a charter flight but it was fine. Antonios, the owner of Pavlakis Beach was there to pick us up and we managed to find him ok. I noticed on the way in that when I mentioned that we were only there for one week he looked a bit confused, but I assumed that he had thought we were staying for two and there was some confusion in the booking. But no. It turns out we had committed the cardinal sin of only going to Crete for one week, and he made it his personal mission to try and convince us (either directly or through Marilyn who had organised our accomodation etc) to stay longer for the rest of the trip! The cleaner Maria would also make comments to us that next time we must come for longer...
If you check out the website for the accomodation our balcony was the second one from the left on the top floor. And that is Antonios in the top right hand photo!
After arriving we went back downstairs and had a strong glass of wine with Antonios and some of his English guests/friends. He got a bit concerned that our itinerary didn't contain a trip to Zourva and so we had to meet him at 7pm that evening. So off we went in his car up an incredibly winding steep road to a Taverna at the top, where we had some local made cheese and honey and tea, then it was off back down into Hania where he deposited us at a hotel with an amazing view, where we ate the meal he had pre-ordered for us and then he came and picked us back up again. All paid for by him. By then it was about 11pm and we were knackered. All we could think of was our bed... and also wondering a little bit about staying with someone who took us out and paid for everything - you don't get that in the UK!
Monday, May 15, 2006
My 'My Life is Earl' week...
Of course that title will be meaningless if you haven't seen My Life is Earl...
On Tuesday last week I went to a quiz with friends from work being run by one of our vendors. It is an annual event, and we are always keen to try and beat PwC - regaining the cup EY won in the inaugural quiz (however I can't claim to be part of that winning team - although I did help them celebrate after the fact!).
So my guard was down a bit, and before the event even started I had sat down at a table next to the one we were going to be at. I was less than 4 feet away from my bag but someone still managed to steal it - an outsider, not one of our competitors I hasten to add. I even saw it happen, but deep in conversation it didn't register what it was I was seeing until I went to grab my bag about 20mins later and realised it had gone.
So after 10 years in London I finally fell victim to an incredibly common crime. I would never have left my bag like that had I been in a pub on a usual evening, but as it was a private party I felt more relaxed. A very hard and expensive lesson to learn - my life was in that bag...
Two days later I got a call from my Doctors surgery to say that my bag had been found in another pub. There had been a slip of paper from the doctors in the bag which had enabled them to trace it back to me. So I got my lovely Radley bag back, all of my keyrings (which I was most upset about losing - including one I'd got from my aunt and uncle in 1996 when Eryn and I visited Northern Ireland), my wee little Radley coin purse that Lindsey had given me for xmas, and the chicklit book I'd borrowed that day from a friend. EVERYTHING else of note was gone tho - including my hair brush which I find rather disturbing... I couldn't help laughing that the chicklit didn't make the cut tho!!
But it came back to me - and in the karmic world I know I'm being repaid for something nice I did in the past :-).
Off to Crete tomorrow for a week - can't wait! Check back after the 24th May!
On Tuesday last week I went to a quiz with friends from work being run by one of our vendors. It is an annual event, and we are always keen to try and beat PwC - regaining the cup EY won in the inaugural quiz (however I can't claim to be part of that winning team - although I did help them celebrate after the fact!).
So my guard was down a bit, and before the event even started I had sat down at a table next to the one we were going to be at. I was less than 4 feet away from my bag but someone still managed to steal it - an outsider, not one of our competitors I hasten to add. I even saw it happen, but deep in conversation it didn't register what it was I was seeing until I went to grab my bag about 20mins later and realised it had gone.
So after 10 years in London I finally fell victim to an incredibly common crime. I would never have left my bag like that had I been in a pub on a usual evening, but as it was a private party I felt more relaxed. A very hard and expensive lesson to learn - my life was in that bag...
Two days later I got a call from my Doctors surgery to say that my bag had been found in another pub. There had been a slip of paper from the doctors in the bag which had enabled them to trace it back to me. So I got my lovely Radley bag back, all of my keyrings (which I was most upset about losing - including one I'd got from my aunt and uncle in 1996 when Eryn and I visited Northern Ireland), my wee little Radley coin purse that Lindsey had given me for xmas, and the chicklit book I'd borrowed that day from a friend. EVERYTHING else of note was gone tho - including my hair brush which I find rather disturbing... I couldn't help laughing that the chicklit didn't make the cut tho!!
But it came back to me - and in the karmic world I know I'm being repaid for something nice I did in the past :-).
Off to Crete tomorrow for a week - can't wait! Check back after the 24th May!
Monday, May 08, 2006
R.I.P. Grant McLennan
I was shocked to hear that Grant McLennan died this weekend. I've been a fan of The Go-Betweens since my time at university, and their first reunion gig in London at The Forum remains in my top 5 list of best ever gigs.
At the risk of sounding over dramatic, it is fair to say that their albums Tallulah and 16 Lovers Lane formed a real part of the soundtrack to my university years - and beyond. Very very sad.
http://www.go-betweens.net/
At the risk of sounding over dramatic, it is fair to say that their albums Tallulah and 16 Lovers Lane formed a real part of the soundtrack to my university years - and beyond. Very very sad.
http://www.go-betweens.net/
Thursday, May 04, 2006
My Name is Rachel Corrie
We went to see this play which was pretty amazing. It is taken from the writings of the American who was run over by a bulldozer in Palestine. Aside from anything else it was an amazing performance - one woman on stage by herself for 90 minutes. Very powerful.
What was most interesting was how she managed to convey the awfulness of the life the Palestinians have. It also really made me think about what drives people - her passion for her cause, how she couldn't just be an activist back in America but had to go out to where her tax payer money was doing the damage (as she put it). I admire that level of commitment - I don't think I have it.
A website on her life has been created - check it out here.
What was most interesting was how she managed to convey the awfulness of the life the Palestinians have. It also really made me think about what drives people - her passion for her cause, how she couldn't just be an activist back in America but had to go out to where her tax payer money was doing the damage (as she put it). I admire that level of commitment - I don't think I have it.
A website on her life has been created - check it out here.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Billy Bragg - Hope Not Hate
Went to see Billy Bragg on the 'Hope Not Hate' tour. It is local elections over here and the British National Party are fronting candidates in a few key locations where it is highly likely they'll get more seats.
He was great. The music was good - lots of old songs, some reworked for the current climate, and some new ones as well.
Crowd was a bit less great. Felt very White Liberal Middle Class. We had gone to listen to the music, not to support the cause (not that I disagree with the cause in any way, shape or form though!), but the crowd were little muppets, whooping every time he mentioned Tony Blair, George Bush, the Union, Racism, Fascism etc. All very formulaic responses from them. And as the woman behind me was belting out 'There's power in the Union' with her fist raised in the air I couldn't help but wonder if she had the same response when the RMT strike over here and the public transport in London grinds to a complete halt. Somehow I suspect not...
He was great. The music was good - lots of old songs, some reworked for the current climate, and some new ones as well.
Crowd was a bit less great. Felt very White Liberal Middle Class. We had gone to listen to the music, not to support the cause (not that I disagree with the cause in any way, shape or form though!), but the crowd were little muppets, whooping every time he mentioned Tony Blair, George Bush, the Union, Racism, Fascism etc. All very formulaic responses from them. And as the woman behind me was belting out 'There's power in the Union' with her fist raised in the air I couldn't help but wonder if she had the same response when the RMT strike over here and the public transport in London grinds to a complete halt. Somehow I suspect not...
Big clap for my family marathon runners!!
Well done to Adrian, Leigh and Maurie who all ran the Rotorua Marathon on Saturday 29th April. Especially Adrian who did a cracking time of 3hr 40mins, and Leigh who ran her first one!!
Had I been there I would have clapped and cheered for you!
Had I been there I would have clapped and cheered for you!
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Weekend in Dingle - absolutely fab
We had a great time in Dingle - climbed a mountain, saw sights in the rain, played on the beach (some even swum!) and went Bowling! Read below for more - and check out the new photos on my Flickr site!
Monday, May 01, 2006
Monday - Cork
Monday was a trip back to Cork - beloved home of Finbarr and home also to the world's second largest harbour...
Sadly there isn't much open in Cork on a Bank Holiday Monday so in desperation we ended up going 10-Pin bowling. Where I admirably brought up the rear (bit like climbing Mt Brandon really!) and Kevin won...
Back to London in the evening - all very tired but it was well worth it!
Sadly there isn't much open in Cork on a Bank Holiday Monday so in desperation we ended up going 10-Pin bowling. Where I admirably brought up the rear (bit like climbing Mt Brandon really!) and Kevin won...
Back to London in the evening - all very tired but it was well worth it!
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