Last Thursday I went up to Collin’s Barracks on the north side of Cork. I marked the parking disc to note the time of arrival but on getting out of the car saw the barracks were closed. “Well that parking ticket was a complete waste of money”, I thought as I got back into the car and started the descent to the Mallow Road.
There it was right in front of me, standing silhouetted like I had never seen it before. Pulling the car over I realised the ticket may not go to complete waste. On stepping out of the car another ditty was hammered out by a tourist having fun in St Anne’s Church, Shandon, the bells lolling around as if drunk.
I walked a little more, down some charming old red brick terrace that reminded me of towns in the north of England. A cat came out to curl its tail around my legs before deciding to rub against a nearby wall. Well I will be back to that spot when the light is somewhat better to capture the view that I stumbled upon. For now here is a teasel that I spied below my lookout post, another reminder of the season we are in.
Getting lost and not going where one intended can have surprisingly good results. So go on, get lost this week.