You know how I said in the last post that I’d be having a nice quiet & silent weekend?
Yeh right – the best laid plans … will usually go awry.
I forgot that Sunday was when some world champion cycling race was coming through Ballinamore – and right outside my window.
One of the stage trucks was parked all day outside my cottage – no worries. It was the very very loud diddly die music that nearly sent me into a screaming tizzy.
I don’t mind Irish music when it’s done well – but I have no idea who had taped the tinny music we all had the ‘pleasure’ of listening to. It did get a bit better when they had the local young musicians playing their tin whistles.
And all the power for the stuff on the truck was routed from my power point inside.
So – I decided if you can’t have quiet then let’s join in the fun.
My good neighbour Maggie lives 2 doors up so I went and visited with her. She’s become a bit of a fan of this blog (thanks Mags) and she loved the post about me meeting a reader (hi Columba). She was telling me how Columba knows people that she knows (it is a small town) and lo and behold – here comes one now with her new baby. I was introduced and she says to me ‘Oh you’re that Liz – the writer’. Well – I could be known for far worse and stranger things.
Oh – and Columba – Maggie agrees that you should write a blog. Two of us can’t be wrong.
And the crowd grew and the sun shone.
And we got to see some lovely Irish dancing from local girls.
And then the ummmm – Queen of the bike race (or some such title) was named and she was given the ‘honour’ of placing wreathes around the winning cyclists necks. Yup – there’s something to aspire to for the next race. Sorry – which century are we in?
After the male announcer had pleasantly patronised her and sent her to the back of the truck to wait for the cyclists – he then says ‘ Oh – and are ye a county sporting champion as well? ‘. She must have replied (from the back of the truck) and he says ‘You’re a national sports champion. Well done you.’. Yup – you can be a national sports champion but by God let’s focus on the race and make sure we have a pretty woman to sort the wreathes out. I’ll give him wreathes.
As an aside I found out that the woman is an All Ireland Football Champion and an amazing athlete. So she can stand proudly with any of the cyclists.
Then after a bit of a wait we got to see over a hundred men in lycra cycle up the street – but they did it very fast – clever boys.
I missed the wreathe giving ceremony.
A woman can bear only so much excitement in one day.
It was great to see all the people out and about and just chatting and enjoying the sunshine.
I went inside and did a bit of work. I got an email from an Ashoka Fellow (that’s big time social entrepreneur funding that I aspire to for SKIL2 in about 3 years) who had read my blog and my mention of the Social Entrepreneur Ireland Award interview I have this week. He wants to do a feature about SKIL2 on his site. Cool.
As I was writing this post I could hear voices outside (which is a little better than hearing them in my head) and realised that they were starting the cycle race. I popped outside and had a gander and a chat with the neighbours. Lovely day for a cycle.
My vote for the winner goes to the cyclist at the back of the pack.
Saw Gabriel Owens and asked him to come look at the garden and estimate how much cow poo he would need to donate.
Lovely neighbours. It’s amazing how helpful people want to be when you ask them. The garden is really going to be created by all my neighbours.
This week will be busy so I won’t be posting til the weekend.
I send you wishes for a great week and as much sunshine as possible.