May the month of luxurious summer growth |
The other evening while out for a walk I met Aoife on her horse who warned me that there was a game of road hurling going on between Old Pallas and Nicker. I don't know about you but I never heard of road hurling in my life so I headed straight for it to see what I was missing!
At the Junction in Nicker two old boys were manning a "road closed" sign in reflective jackets. Just as I got to them the heavens opened and they jumped into their cars. I ploughed on and no one stopped me, so I figured this road hurling musent be too detrimental to my health! A few cars passed too, so maybe the "road closed" was a bit half-hearted. Up beyond the hill I met my first "team" an ould lad in a reflective jacket and a few young lads with Hurley's and sliotars. I can't for the life of me figure out how the "game" was being played but after I passed one young lad got the nod and belted the sliotar off down the road with the ould lads watching intently. I could be wrong but I thought he had a stopwatch too. I passed one more "team" before I got to old pallas, turned around and headed back.
the roadside below Nicker, beautiful and un-cut! |
OK rant over.
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