Dragged away from it all for a weekend… and just when I was getting meaningfully back into the whole Sturm und Drang thing hanging over the square lake & environs. Went south – in a positive way. Cork. Sandycove Island, in fact. BagMan mode.
Stayed “just outside the colourful heritage town of Clonakilty in West Cork” and enjoyed it. Greatly. Kind-of like this for a storm-battered soul.
Elsewhere, last pieces sliding into place for a pretty whole-sale eviscerating of the university presence in teacher education in this country. Led by those who should know a whole lot better. Omertà imposssed on the Wee Free of Roebuck And so far not a titter of public protest.
Perhaps sometimes you really do get what you deserve in life….