2025 Draws to a Close

That was the year that was...

Did 2025 just whizz past? Bloody hell, that was fast. 

Firstly apologies for not posting more. It's been a bit manic this end. So as the year draws to a close I thought I would send you a visual post card of my year... I hope your year went well, and if you fancy talking please just say hello.

Being Ireland it rained a lot. Especially when I was outdoors or sitting aimlessly in graveyards

There was clearly a miracle in the local village, that or a UFO sucked people clean out of their seats

If you are ever in Cork, I can often be found here (inside that is...)

I did a bit of travelling, to Eindhoven for example

To a mandolin retreat to Glasgow

And Italy...

But now it's getting frosty, it's almost time to wind down 2025. I hope you had a good year and that maybe, perhaps, possible we could meet up in 2026. That would make my year.

Love Dad x

Happy Birthday

So here we are 2025... 7th January 2025... which means it's a birthday. Bloody hell, where did the time go?

So here we go HAPPY BIRTHDAY TADHG. 24, there's an age. When I was 24 things were pretty hopeless. The 1980s was not a good time to be 24, or twenty anything. So I hope that where ever you are and what ever you are doing, it's fun, because you'll only be 24 once. And I hope you have more fun with it than I did.

Since I don't know where you are, or what's going on, or even if I'm sitting here talking to myself (hopefully not) here's a one sided update. 

Things are tough right now. Tough as in hard. Sleepless nights tough. It would be good to have a real chat, so you know the full picture, not just a one-sided projection - maybe one day. That would be nice. A good day. 

Until then here are some photos of what's been going on...

Two stupid dogs on Youghal beach

A bunch of flowers for your birthday

A self-portrait taken on a 100 year old camera using wet plate on glass

Much love Dad x