So there I was, down at the Coffee Shack kiosk in Ashtown Castle yesterday, fixing up for my americano and orange & plum slice when I happened to notice a small sign advertising Sauvignon Blanc and Cabernet Sauvignon. It seems there is still a bit of life left yet in the old spherical objects. And just like that the bolt of inspiration hit me square on the noggin. A wee sozzle in The Park may well be no bad thing.
And so it came to pass that I managed to make my way back down there again today and I can happily report that a few drops of the good stuff along with a bakewell slice is your only man of a drizzly Wednesday afternoon.
Grabbing a bus back to The Ranch proved to be a little more interesting than is the norm. I was offered and accepted some assistance from a young man in a wheelchair. We exchanged a few pleasantries, he got off at his stop, I got off at mine, and then reflecting later on the encounter I began to wonder what his reply would have been had I asked him would he swap his chair for my cane if he had the choice. My guess is that he would hold on to the cards that he has and likewise for me.
It’s a funny old world.