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….