Its our penultimate day of WWOOFing in Cork! And actually we're not even working (yet). Still at the cottage because its a rainy miserable day and according to Pat he looked out the window this morning and said "whats the point?" but neglected to tell us this, so we've been up waiting to go since 9:15 which is when we usually leave for the city.
Its mostly been the same stuff day to day, wake up, go to the shop, make falafel, soup, and salad, drink tea, organize some shelves, clean, drink tea, etc. Pat has given up sprouting and going to markets for a while since he just opened the store so there really isnt enough for the 4 of us wwoofers to do. And also therefore we havent touched a single sprouting apparatus so our dream of becoming sprouting queens has been dashed.
We have had some excitement in the shop, the other day we had a visit from one of the friendly nieghbourhood crackheads. A dodgy dude stormed into the shop and frantically asked to use the bathroom. He was in there for a while, and about 10 minutes later he emerged much calmer, leaving behind a cloud of strange smelling smoke. Not very good for our chi energy thank you very much. The Very Healthy Food shop has quickly become a den of iniquity. Not really. Nothing a little shot of wheatgrass can't fix.
The other day we went to Blarney Castle to kiss the famous blarney stone, which is supposed to bestow the 'gift of the irish gab'. Bunch of crap. It was kind of ridiculous and absolutely terrifying and I am not any more eloquent or even any more talkative than before. And the stone wasn't even special, could have been any stone in the castle but of course it had to be located in a place where you make an utter fool of yourself trying to kiss it (pictures to come). But whatever, supposedly the most visited place in Ireland, so we had to go.
I am looking forward to our next wwoofing placement which is an actual farm. We did not bring nice enough clothes for being in the city every day. We have come to embrace the tourist/hippie bum style though, new look for fall yeah? Also as I have whined about before, we did not bring enough warm stuff. But we have discovered a solution for that. We call it the wiskey blanket. After applying our sleep outfits which consist of 5 shirts, 2 pants, and 2 thick pairs of socks, we make some hot tea and add a generous splash of jameson. After that we are toasty enough to fall asleep. Probs not the best habit to get into...
Anway seems like we're good to go now so we'll post some pics later.
Sounds like you are getting out of Cork in the nick of time, with that whiskey Jameson guy luring you to slumber.
ReplyDeleteHope the next stop on your tour is more 'earthy'.
Life here at Old 99 is ever interesting, got 150 broiler chicks, day old, today and set them up in the old 8ft water trough I use as a brooder. The Tamworth piglets, 35lb each are settling in the sheep's winter quarters, getting skim milk and grains and greens from garden refuse. Lots of potatoes planted, now hey, there's something you could find out about in Ireland! And George the bull is after Scratch already, she only calved on May 26, so I moved her and calf Miracle, with the milk cows to a different pasture near the barn. George has to be content with the yearling steers and some bred cows. The new bee hives are coming on strong, making comb and honey.
Looking forward to your next post,
D