The first weekend in June was spent walking the Oxfam Trailtrekker 100 km in The Yorkshire Dales. What a fantastic weekend it was too, if you want read more guff about it, see thestrollingbones.blogspot.co.uk .
The Friday afterwards me and The Turdster were off for a week fishing in Ireland, on the Beara Peninsula. We stayed at a great place in Adrigole, called Drumagowlane House, run by Paul and Anne Harris. Paul is a keen angler and showed us round when we arrived, albeit with the warning that the fishing had been "patchy". That's fishing talk for "crap".
What a place, absolutely beautiful, so many different places to fish. Being on a peninsula, you could usually get out of the wind somewhere, whatever direction it was blowing. The first two days we had warm, sunny weather with barely a breath of wind, not what you expect in Ireland..
Day three and the weather changed totally, with rain and wind. That's more like what we were expecting. A different mark, where we got soaked and caught just a few doggies and spirits were a little low. However. after a hot meal and a few drinks we were keen to give another mark a crack in the morning.
I re cast and half an hour later another similar bite. Unfortunately, a huge lump of weed had caught round the line, so the fish failed to put up much of a fight. That said, it was a decent huss of 8lb 8oz. That's more like it.
The next day dawned with heavy rain and high winds. The winds we could cope with, as we selected a mark on the sheltered side of the peninsula. We headed for Cod's Head, a remote point on the north side. It looked great, but was quite frankly unfishable, with extremely slippery, jagged rocks everywhere. Or at least everywhere we looked. We tried another mark, lost loads of gear, almost went arse over head several times and had a bit of a row. In between this I managed to catch a nice 4lb pollack on light spinning gear, before being absolutely drenched on the way back to the car. Not the best session ever.
On the way back we stopped off at Dunboy Castle and as the rain had stopped, decided to have a quick session after conger. It didn't take long and I was into one, not massive, but my first shore caught conger. A few minutes later and The Turdster had one too. Happy days.
As we sat watching the rod tips we noticed a big black football shaped thing on the surface, about 50 yards off the rocks. It wasn't moving. "If it disappears, it's alive" The Turdster profoundly said. It did move and re surfaced several hundred yards out, this time with both fins out of the water. Another basking shark. We asked Paul at the B+B how many times he sees them a year ? Once or twice he said. What are the chances of us seeing two in a day in two different places ? We'd been very lucky.
The last day and we decided to go back to Dunboy, mainly because it was the most comfortable and probably the most beautiful place we'd fished. The Turdster totally outfished me, me having one inevitable dog and him having four conger and a decent pollack. A good time was had though, sitting in the sun, wondering why the feck I couldn't get a bite, while a total noddy was catching with ease ! I didn't really care, though, honest.
Neil Young - O2 Arena - 17 June
It had been a couple of years since Neil Young had played in the UK. I'd seen him on the previous two UK tours and as both gigs had been as good as anything I'd ever seen, I immediately bought a couple of tickets when they went on sale in January.
Goozgog was surgically removed from his hermit like existence in Capel and ventured into The Big Smoke with me early Monday evening, wondering if we would be treated to another memorable night.
The gig was opened with a blistering version of "Love and Only Love" and thereafter the guitars shrieked, wailed and bled into the most glorious noise you'll ever hear. He was fanfeckingtastic. And that, as Forest Gump said, is all I've got to say about that.