“High Anxiety Dreams” – that was what mum always used to called nightmares. Dunno why, but I guess it’s accurate. Whatever you call them, I’ve been having some amazing (and awful!) dreams for the last few weeks now. I don’t always remember the dreams – just the feeling of terror, sometimes. Other times, I remember every detail. Weird.
Went down to the Radisson SAS in Cork with Colm for the bank holiday weekend – the spa was fantastic, with an incredible pool – jets of air & water everywhere, to massage and tickle and relax. It was magic 
The hotel itself was a bit bleh, but what can you do. I got a massage & facial in the spa too, so it was all good.
We went to Fota, saw the wildlife park & the Libeskind pavilion – Eighteen Turns. It’s well worth a visit – hard to describe tho. This weekend, I was down in Cork again, this time with the family. Had a chance to import all the photos from my camera to the laptop (and play around a bit with the very cool Autostitch, via Virtual PC). Hopefully I’ll get a chance before long to get them into the gallery!
It was a good enough weekend – it was cool to see the lighthouse at Galley Head, and to meet the lighthouse attendant (who is the son of lighthouse keepers, who were both the children of lighthouse keepers in their own right!). It was a bit too hot for my liking, and swimming in the Blue Flag beach at Owenahich was spoiled somewhat by the swarms of jellyfish (none of us got stung, but it did make swimming a little less pleasant, seeing them everywhere). But everyone had fun, and it was important to mum that I go.
There was a bit of panic on the way to the train station – we left two hours for the journey to Cork, thinking it would only take an hour to get there, or ninety minutes if the traffic were bad… As we approached Cork city, we got more and more unsure of where we were going as time got tighter and tighter. Finally, five minutes before the train was due to leave, dad dropped me out at the train station, and I skipped and hopped in the queue for tickets… He ran in a few minutes later, and spotted the ticket machines – he had my ticket while there was still one more person ahead of me in the queue, and I legged it for the train. I had about a minute to spare – dad really does deserve a medal!