The nearest thing I'd call a town is three-quarters-of-an-hour's drive away (they measure distances in hours here). The nearest village is about an hour's walk.
And last year (and next year and the one after) I lived in Castlebar, Co. Mayo. I had to walk past cows to get to school.
The other day I heard something that the quickest processing bits of my brain thought was a train, and for a split-second I was filled with happiness and relief and comfort, before realising that no, I'm still in the middle of nowhere. The mountains appearing out of the fog this morning was pretty, until noticing that they're not just in the distance, but underfoot.
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Date: 2006-05-03 07:18 pm (UTC)And last year (and next year and the one after) I lived in Castlebar, Co. Mayo. I had to walk past cows to get to school.
The other day I heard something that the quickest processing bits of my brain thought was a train, and for a split-second I was filled with happiness and relief and comfort, before realising that no, I'm still in the middle of nowhere. The mountains appearing out of the fog this morning was pretty, until noticing that they're not just in the distance, but underfoot.
Cranky malcontent I.