All these houses and gates I've never noticed before....when you climb off the bike and start walking the world around here appears like a trompe d'oeil, but greener and plusher because it's May.
I was jogging; the air closer than it seemed when I left the house. I ducked under the bridge and remembered the Luas voice saying "Charlemont". I love train voices; and hearing these places spoken aloud even though they never existed before. Like the other Luas stop "Museum". Like pretend we're in Paris on the Metro. Most Dubs wouldn't know what t'fuck which museem whas where, but anyway. It'll attract those bandanaed Euro-Svens and Brigitas and entice them with our EU ways.
Rant over and I crossed the road. Holy Mackerel, but there's a park I've never seen before. Wedged under the towering bridge and busting with chlorophyll, Ranelagh Gardens is open till 9.30, they say. I'll be back, I promise, less of a terminator and more likely with a screwtop bottle of Sauvignon Blanc under my oxter.
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I know a man who saved a baby from drowning in that park.
It's a lovely park (i have very fond childhood memories of trying to float various items and myself in the pond.However, try and avoid running there on your own too late in the evening. There are scary peeps lurking in the bushes! Not to put you off or anything. (sorry)
I had my first potter round Ranelagh Gardens at lunchtime today, coincidentally. Nice park, but lots of greenflies. I had that creepy crawly scratchiness for hours afterwards.
Was that man you, Holemaster?
@Ellie, thanks for the tip. Nothing puts me off knackerdrinking more than an unwanted flasher.
@Catherine, will be on the lookout:)
No SG, it was a suave Spanish friend of mine.
Wow these are all amazing stories
Well Ryan, your sarcasm comes in loud and clear, thank you :)
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