I’m an awful eejit sometimes – today was one of those times. I turned up to an event a week early! Drove all the way to Carrick-on-Shannon walked into the venue and as soon as I did it dawned on me I was a week ahead of myself!
It’s not the first time I’ve got the wrong day. I turned up at a meeting before a day early – better than a day late. Not as bad as the time I went to an appointment for Jono – without Jono! I forgot to pick him up from school!
Today turned out OK in the end. I went to drown myself in a hot chocolate at the Landmark Hotel, they have a lovely, sunny, conservatory and it was great just to relax for a while. I also checked out the exhibition at The Dock and photographer Brian Farrell’s beautiful exhibition too.
I had a walk along the river, a look around the town, bought some bits with my birthday money, including this beautiful unicorn cushion, and paid a visit to the smallest chapel in Ireland.
I have to say well done to the Leitrim ICA for the lovely yarn bombing at the Market Yard, it really brightens the place up.
On the way home I stopped off at Lough Arrow and collected so driftwood for a project I’m making. I also visited the Sligo Folk Park as I’m working on a photography exhibition that will be held at St. John’s Hospital as part of the Bealtaine Festival so that’s very exciting.
All in all it was a good day, even if it didn’t go quite to plan.
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Love carrick I want to put it in a bag and sneak it home across the border ..:-)
It’s a great town
Looking forward to seeing your pics in St John’s 😁 do you have a date for when they will be displayed?
Thanks Michelle, it should be for the month of May. I’ll be posting before it takes place I’m sure
Photo at top is fabulous. Next calendar?
You never know 😉
What a lovely day :-). Its amazing when these things happen. A comon one is getting to the airport to pick someone up a day early, but that’s because they have wrong date. Some visitors forget they fly through timezones and midnights.
Then the times of getting to the airport to travel … and the suitcase has been left at home.
Or a folk band I was in, we get to the club, right name … wrong town! And instead of being a folk club was a strip club, and we were too naive to know until we were half set up.
With you, it became a perfect day. Here’s to many more for you 🙂
Sorry John but I did chuckle at the strip club!