An afternoon with the baby

The Dyson was blocked. Seemed simple enough to fix. Was it? The wife had to work that afternoon. So I had to look after a hyperactive three-year-old and a kitten. Seemed simple enough. I thought I’d clean the house while I was at. The place was a tip. As Baby settled down to watch his TV, hugging the kitten, I glanced at the clock. It was only 5 pm, but it had been a long Continue reading An afternoon with the baby

Invasion of the chameleon

There’s a little reptile that competes with the tortoise in our affections, but unlike its shelled cousin it is quietly conquering the province – the common chameleon. It’s not an animal that leaps to mind when you think of Almería, but Chamaeleo chamaeleon is breeding like crazy and is being found in places where it has never been found before. And with the chameleon breeding season upon us, if there are any nearby you’re bound Continue reading Invasion of the chameleon

A new friend….

Whilst pottering about in the high mountains this week, I stumbled across this little fellow. ABout 12-15 cm long. I’ve never seen such a big one this side of the mountains before. Most of the big ones are over in the Cabo de Gata. I took a video of him – he was eating ants. Whilst recording, he refused to move or eat an ant. As soon as I put the camera down, he relaxed Continue reading A new friend….

Whereupon we visit the Treibheanna na Gaillimhe

Galway! Níl Gaeilge agam. Ba mhaith liom. Is é tír na seacht ríthe ireann. Agus is í Gaillimh bród dóibh siúd go léir. There is an energy to the City of the Tribes that makes you want to dance as soon as you land. The wind from the sea, the liveliness of the people, the sheer energy of the city makes your legs dance, your heart beat and your lungs start to sing. Preferable not Continue reading Whereupon we visit the Treibheanna na Gaillimhe

Dublin – and a little bit of Irish corruption

I love Dublin. Scruffy old town that it is, it used to be my old stomping ground. (When I escaped out of Wicklow). I have a great love for the place Even being confronted with a march for the 32 counties on Easter Sunday didn’t phase me. I just pointed out that fact to my 4 year old son that one of the protestors had a M&S bag as evidence of the nonsense they were Continue reading Dublin – and a little bit of Irish corruption