Walk of Shame

Bank Holiday Monday, it was all go in Baltimore! Most of the InstaSailingCrowd had disappeared, and the afternoon of blazing sunshine brought everyone out to catch up, enjoy a Bulmer's in the square, or do something a smidge more energetic.

From the cool of Bushes, I watched elegant currachs approaching across the bay. They were part of a sponsored row from Schull to Baltimore (and appropriately enough, a rower from the Irish Olympic team was also watching their approach, approvingly). Star of the show was one of our ferrymen, who abandoned mechanised transport and took up oars, and made excellent time.

The other event was the RNLI walk, to raise money for the local lifeboats. The route (which stretched out to Lough Oighin) was five miles, with an optional extra four miles. Or, if you cheated - yes, cheated, on a charity walk - it was probably a smidge under nine miles. Because it turns out that one of the walkers decided to off-road and cut through a field, thinking no-one would notice. But oh, phone calls were made. News reached Bushes in seconds, and within minutes the Route Map was duly altered to mark the shameful shortcut.

And if that wasn't enough, someone who er... happened to have her laptop with her, and too much time on her hands, did up some little road signs (yes, downloading the Irish Road Sign font and all). And this morning, a cohort laminated said signs, and put them up as a lesson to all Would Be Cheaters out there. Naughty naughty.



AND the other thing that happened yesterday was that I got to meet the fabulous lobster pot maker (who it turned out, I already knew). And he (wait for it) said that I could help make such a pot at the Heritage Festival this weekend!! All praise...