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West to Far West



We're taking Ma for a much-needed break. None of us have visited the far west of Ireland before, but here's the current forecast for tonight's crossing...

'Lundy Fastnet Irish Sea:
South or southwest veering west or southwest 5 to 7, occasionally 4 at first, increasing gale 8 at times in Irish Sea. Moderate or rough, occasionally very rough in Fastnet. Rain or showers. Good, occasionally poor.'

Gulp!

Painting is 'November Sea' by Tom Tomos

Comments

Fennie said…
Are you going by ferry or by little sailing boat? Why not go by air?
But anyway have a great holiday. There's a very sad book all about a blighted love affair through which the history of western Ireland is told, highly atmospheric and full of rain and turf. The love affair takes place around a house called Woodbrook, near Sligo. I loved it but because the story was so sad I could never open it again. The book is called Woodbrook and it's by David Thompson, published by Penguin.
1 November 2010 at 11:38
Deborah Carr (Debs) said…
Gulp, indeed. Hope you all have a great time and that the crossing isn't to grim. I've never been to Ireland before, which is crazy as most of my ancestors originate from there.

Love the painting.
1 November 2010 at 12:47
Cait O'Connor said…
I've been in far worse than that, you'll be fine - you are going by ferry I take it?
Wish I was going with you!
1 November 2010 at 13:47
Chris Stovell said…
Ferry all... and it's looking grim. Thanks for your good wishes. Cx
1 November 2010 at 14:09
Pondside said…
Be brave!....and take some sea sickness pills!
1 November 2010 at 15:16
sheepish said…
You are sailors I believe so you will fine. Have a lovely trip and look forward to hearing about it.
2 November 2010 at 00:56
DOT said…
I know it is by the by but I do love the painting.

Have a lovely if wet time.
2 November 2010 at 01:12
Pauline Barclay said…
Eek! You'll just do fine, think of what Harry night have said and done! Failing this, open a bottle and enjoy your holiday away from all the house pressures. Looking forward to hearing all about it when you return. x
2 November 2010 at 04:55
Leigh Russell said…
Have a lovely time once you're there. Ireland is beautiful,and weather forecasts tend to be pessimistic since the Michael Fish pronouncement.
2 November 2010 at 05:40
Frances said…
Bon voyage to you all.

Chris, I predict the trip will yield much inspiration for your writing and Tom's paintings (I love the one at the head of this post.) And I hope that Ma will have a fine time, too.

xo
2 November 2010 at 07:59
Lane Mathias said…
Hope the crossing went well Chris. If it didn't at least you should be there by now and recovering nicely in a beautiful place.

Have a lovely time.
2 November 2010 at 10:06
Flowerpot said…
ooh er hope you have some seasick pills Chris! Last time I went to Ireland was when I was 18 - would love to go back.
2 November 2010 at 10:15
Talli Roland said…
I've never been to Ireland although I've always wanted to. Have a great trip and happy sailing!
2 November 2010 at 11:37
BT said…
Oh you are coming to our part of Ireland! Are you coming to see me? Where are you staying??? Lots of questions. I would love to see you. We are in Killanena near Lough Graney. Phone: 061925897. I hope the crossing wasn't too rough.
3 November 2010 at 19:02
Reading Tea Leaves said…
Have a great holiday Chris. Hopefully you will have survived the crossing;-)

Looking back at your post on Cromer you may be interested in my little potted history of disappearing Dunwich(a few posts back now).

Looking forward to your return and just to say I love the painting!

Jenane
x
5 November 2010 at 05:55
Chris Stovell said…
Thanks for all your comments - back soon with further reports. Just catching up after lengthy spell away.

BT, we were in Dingle...sooo beautiful, but we're definitely returning to see more of your fabulous country. Here's to the next time!
15 November 2010 at 02:02
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