Last Saturday morning Anthony was working so I headed off solo for the morning spin. Not feeling very motivated I decided to take the back road to Kilsheelan for the simple reason that I like to look at the colours of the leaves at this time of year, and there are plenty to see in…
'Twas the Sunday before Christmas, and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Gizmo Grylls had awoken, with only one thought, This was the day, when the people of Carrick would say, Gizmo Grylls rode his bike, to victory today' The day began much like any other winter…
8am on Sunday morning. The rain lashes against the bedroom window as an alarm clock bleats nearby. The kids are already up and about. It is the weekend after all and they have probably been mooching around the house since 7am. Tomorrow is a school day and the normal routine of dragging them out of…
