Messymascot's faith in humanity and ginger safe haven

Fortunately, it's still quite mild out and looks to continue like that for the next few weeks - dropping it to 12C rather than the nice high teens we've been having.

I don't mind rain really after having to stand in it for years, but when the rain and wind sets in alongside the cold it becomes quite uncomfortable.

I work with a Pole, and he's adamant that he'd rather be stood in the dry cold of -10C to -15C in Eastern European rather than the wet cold we get in the UK.
I agree ,I have worked out in -24° but it is terrible when I go back to Liverpool if it is cold and wet ,it gets into your bones but dry cold doesn't .
 

I agree ,I have worked out in -24° but it is terrible when I go back to Liverpool if it is cold and wet ,it gets into your bones but dry cold doesn't .
Exactly. Even 2-3 °C with an icy, wet wind is far worse than stood in the dry cold and snow of -10°C to -20°C.

I know of foreign NATO troops who've come to train on the Cairngorms or down at Brecon, and they will pretty much to the man/woman say it's the worst.

On the other hand, I've been brushing some leaves up, and I ended up taking my jumper off and stood in t-shirt and shorts. The thermometer say it's 18°C.

Last week of October and it's warmer than you'd have found in bloody April.
 

From reading your posts you seem to be a regular visitor to these shores Eggs. I understand the horse racing and Guinness does help!

…I’ve always enjoyed my visits. Most recent I took Mrs Eggs, my two kids & their better halves to Dublin for a few days which included an afternoon at stunning Leopardstown, including a table/meal in its restaurant. We slurped some Guinness that weekend.

i wasn’t the least surprised when my family tree traced back to a village in Cork.
 
…I’ve always enjoyed my visits. Most recent I took Mrs Eggs, my two kids & their better halves to Dublin for a few days which included an afternoon at stunning Leopardstown, including a table/meal in its restaurant. We slurped some Guinness that weekend.

i wasn’t the least surprised when my family tree traced back to a village in Cork.
I must ask, do you subscribe to the notion that the Guinness tastes nicer over here?
 
I must ask, do you subscribe to the notion that the Guinness tastes nicer over here?

I dont drink it, but my Irish BIL, (Kilkenny) swears it is better at home. That said, the Guinness he has in my local he reckons is up to scratch with anything he has had over there. But its won awards for decades for the quality of its real ale, and Guinness.

As an aside, our black lab was called Guinness after he happily slurped some there as a pup!
 

From reading your posts you seem to be a regular visitor to these shores Eggs. I understand the horse racing and Guinness does help!

….just recalling the many trips in my mind, often travelling from Dublin to Galway or Listowel with my mates in a mini-bus.

Once asked the driver to stop part-way so we could have a few. It was only about 10am, he stopped in a village called ‘Newmarket’ and said the pub was open, “just walk into the butchers and there’s an entrance behind the counter”.

Sure enough, we strode past a couple of shoppers and the butcher behind the counter, through a doorway into a lovely little bar. Only in Ireland.
 
I dont drink it, but my Irish BIL, (Kilkenny) swears it is better at home. That said, the Guinness he has in my local he reckons is up to scratch with anything he has had over there. But its won awards for decades for the quality of its real ale, and Guinness.

As an aside, our black lab was called Guinness after he happily slurped some there as a pup!
I’m more of a mind that Guinness travels well as long as treated with respect be it time to pour or clean pipes. Some of the Irish bars in Liverpool are excellent and you can forget you are away from home. Others (Ranelagh St) are very Kopitey.

I bet your hound had a long and happy life ?
 
….just recalling the many trips in my mind, often travelling from Dublin to Galway or Listowel with my mates in a mini-bus.

Once asked the driver to stop part-way so we could have a few. It was only about 10am, he stopped in a village called ‘Newmarket’ and said the pub was open, “just walk into the butchers and there’s an entrance behind the counter”.

Sure enough, we strode past a couple of shoppers and the butcher behind the counter, through a doorway into a lovely little bar. Only in Ireland.
Pretty common that, having a dual bar/shop particularly the further south you go.

There’s a little bar at the Armagh/Tyrone border that is the size of an average sitting room and you share the toilets with the owning family. Strange to see someone’s lotions and potions in the facilities granted.
 

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