Father of the Railways

After the intense work pressure of the past week I was determined to catch my breath over the weekend and take it easy.

The day didn't exactly begin that way, since it was my turn to host the weekly music session and I needed to do the usual tidy- and cleanup-up in readiness for the arrival of the hordes. Actually, I was ready for them in good time (thanks in part to an early-morning trip to the supermarket for coffee and biscuits and stuff). It was good turnout, and all the music played was by Robert Schumann in honour of the bicentenary of his birth (which actually fell on 8th June).

There was just time for one drink and a bit of quick chat in the local pub before I headed across town to Carl's place, caught most of qualifying for tomorrow's Canadian Grand Prix, dropped off the car there and got the DART to Bray to meet a couple of our pals for catch-up and a bite to eat. We'd checked train times online, but nobody had bothered to tell Irish Rail about the schedule and we ended up twiddling our thumbs on the platform for a ridiculously long time, without any explanation for the delay.

I spotted this tribute to William Dargan at Bray station and blipped it just in case. Just as well, since there wasn't much else in the camera at the end of the day. We met the guys at The Martello restaurant on Bray seafront and had a lovely time with them, including a nice bit of reasonably priced and very nice food. We caught the last(ish) DART and settled down in Carl's Kino to watch Where the Wild Things are. Didn't manage to last the pace, I'm afraid.