On Holidays

There’s a humongous amount of talk swirling round about holidays here in Ireland at the moment and it seems to have become a national obsession about whether foreign holidays will be allowed or whether it will have to be holidays in Ireland due to Covid19.

The latest effort to go away on holidays that has been reported is Irish people booking in for dental work in sunny climes – essential travel in their eyes – but not showing up for their appointments.

Holidays are not important to me at all, at all. I used to enjoy them as a kid when we took family holidays in Ireland but since adulthood, I have never been too pushed about them and certainly don’t feel that 2 weeks in some sun spot or in some busy city is anything special.

Maybe, it’s because I live in a beautiful place which offers delights all around me and because it is on the coast has that ever-changingness about it.

I often wonder if holidays are a sort of expectation and will never forget my first day back in College after First Year when all the talk was about Summers in the US or Greece. I had spent a blissful Summer coaching tennis in Ireland and playing in a host of tennis tournaments mainly around Dublin. I didn’t feel deprived at all but was always a bit surprised that holidays or the lack of them were among criteria for defining poverty.

I know that there is the view that travel broadens the mind and refreshes one but is this blown out of all proportion and driven by social media, travel industry and so-called celebreties and influencers?

If I were to identify my dream holiday, it would be to some remote parts of coastal Ireland that I have never been to and that includes a few of our little islands. I don’t care if it rains or not as I see tremendous beauty in rain, raindrops and rainbows.

Copper Coast, Co. Waterford, Ireland

Backseat Kids ~ Five Photos/Five Stories 3

The excitement of  kids bubbled from a car that passed me as I was walking round our block with Puppy Stan this evening. It catapulted me back to Summer holidays and our wild antics in the back of the car. We spent our time waving madly out the back window at the cars behind, at people out walking, at policemen, at farmers driving cattle along country roads, at groups gathered at street corners …..

Happy Days! Photo: Frank Tubridy
Happy Days!
Photo: Frank Tubridy

Those were days long before cars even had radios. Our singing was the blaring music  and the song that still rings in my ears is Ten Green Bottles. Mother led the rhyme games ~ that’s when we got into the habit of making up rhymes with people’s names. When you have a name like Tubridy, people find it hard to get back at you!

And, we all knew that when we reached the outskirts of whatever town we lived in on our return journey, Dad would say: A penny  for whoever’s first to see someone they know.

Funny, I haven’t seen a backseat of kids waving madly at me for years and years now but I’ll tell you, I knew the importance of waving and waving until the car had gone out of sight.

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Many thanks to Willow for nominating me for this Challenge.

Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge:

“Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.

My third nominee for the Five Photos/Fives Stories is Robin at northumbrian:light.