#clew bay

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In 1967 John Lennon bought an island here on Ireland's west coast in Clew Bay, County Mayo.

He intended to retire and live on the island, Dorinish, also known locally as Beatle Island.

The small, low, hilly islands are drumlins, formed as ice moved across the landscape. Extending out from the Irish mainland these in the bay were flooded by the Atlantic.

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With the memory of my Grandfather's saying ringing in my ears, in April 2010 I took my sons, William & Michael (John being too small at the time) and we loaded up the 16' Canadian canoe I keep at my house in Murrisk and we decided to have one of those experiences you never forget. Certainly my Grandfather, John Wat Gavin, who fished the area all his life, used to say 'The sea's too many for anyone', advice I took to heart and always remember to this day. They were purportedly clannish and staunch in their rules about the sea: 'The sea claims its own' was one oft repeated maxim apparently when people went out in rough weather lacking the requisite prudence. Locally there are also lots of things said about the nature of the islanders as opposed to the mainlanders. All would then get back in the boat (much the worse for wear) and head back out into the bay. There are great stories in the village of the islanders coming over in a small boat with a sail for Reek Sunday or some fair or other and having great craic singing and drinking. It may have been somewhat idyllic by comparison to life on the mainland, no landlord and plenty of fish and winkles. Certainly when the English owned the land, many people took to the islands to avoid paying rent, or were forced there if they were put off their land. Talking the island life over with locals, it may not have been so bad. When my family bought the island there were still huts at one end (the boy Scout in me immediately noticed that it wasn't the best end-you'd have thought the fact that it was the opposite end to where the earth works were would have been a reasonable clue to this fact). I should imagine it was quite boring a lot of the time and apparently there was always a couple thumbing a lift into Westport from the end of the island. I think the experiment lasted about a year. My uncles tell of them being cold and hungry a lot of the time. My family still remember them and indeed, I bumped into one of them last year in Matt Malloy's in Westport. When Lennon owned it (in 1970 in fact) he let a group of hippies set up a commune on the island. But it can be the bleakest of places as well. Of course, when the sun is shining, there's nothing like a day out on the island. I've often reflected that it must have been a very tough existence. The area of water behind the island is charted as Dorinish harbour, which speaks of the shelter afforded from the prevailing westerlies by the island. They kept animals on the island and burnt driftwood and traded turf for ballast from the gravel bank that connects the north and south ends of the island with boats coming out from Achill (the largest Island in Clew Bay). The way I was told, it was the pilots island where you would pick up a person with local knowledge who would steer your ship through the channel to the busy harbour at Westport. One of the hugely frustrating things about the West of Ireland is that there seems to be a great deal of history that remains untold and the story of the islanders of Clew Bay is one of many such stories. It was inhabited once, and still has a lot of visible ground works as well as the remains of a stone built pier on the northern most islet. Tiny Dorinish is about 19 acres all told. It's the most westerly of the reputed 365 small islands of Clew Bay the much larger and still inhabited Clare Island guards the mouth of the bay. The tiny island is one of the most special places in my life as my uncles bought it from John Lennon (of all people) in 1984. My friend Siobhan Kelly at the oratory on top of Croagh Patrick after an exhausting climb. Patrick stayed for forty days and nights in the fifth century. Dotted with small islands, it is over-looked by the sentinel-like Croagh Patrick (Irish: Cruach Phadraig), the pyramidal mountain where St. Clew Bay has been immortalised in many a song and has featured on the television not infrequently as it is, without doubt, one of the most beautiful places in the world. It is an island in Clew Bay on the West coast of Ireland. In which I wax lyrical about Murrisk, Clew Bay and all things Mayo, and tell you a story about my connection to John Lennon, The Beatles, and an uninhabited Island in the Atlantic ocean.ĭorinish (Irish: Deoirinis, pron: door-wrench) is a place which is very close to my heart.

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On the menu is a zingy Chorizo with Aran Islands Feta and rocket, local Andarl Farm free range pork and fresh and smoked Atlantic haddock. This is a perfect place to enjoy local food cooked to perfection by Dermott, with Janice overseeing the warm front of house service. THE PANTRY AND CORKSCREW ¬ is quirky little restaurant with walls packed with old pictures and artefacts is run by husband and wife team Dermott Flynn and Janice O’Rourke. Lovely atmosphere, great little nooks and crannies and warm and friendly service. Try the whole langoustines with garlic or pan roasted hake. With head chef Anthony Printer in the kitchen and the freshest of seafood on the plate, you can’t go wrong. This gorgeous old seafood restaurant and bar commands a wonderful view of the sea. Visit .ĬRONIN’S SHEEBEEN Lunch at Cronin’s Sheebeen is a must. Even if Westport wasn’t as beautiful as it is, I would head there just to have a perfect evening at An Port Mór – yes, it is that good. We feasted on delicate black sole, turbot on the bone with lobster sauce and seasonal stuffed courgette flowers.Īnother classic staple are delicate scallops with beurre noisette with black pudding from Kelly’s butchers, Dublin bay prawns and fresh crab. Frankie keeps the menu interesting at his Michelin Plate restaurant but expect the freshest of seafood. It was our first stop and we were there to celebrate my mum, Mags Casey’s 91st birthday. Visit .ĪN PORT MÓR This is one of my favourite restaurants with the great talents of Frankie Mallon in the kitchen. The rooms are spacious, the food is great and the warmth of the service is exceptional. The Clew Bay is one of those family owned quintessentially Irish hotels where nothing is too much. And that is the real secret to a hotel’s success, and it is rarely to do with bricks and mortar regardless of how lovely the décor is. It’s a testament to these two great ambassadors for Westport and they have created a hotel that welcomes guests like long lost friends, while also minding their staff. That’s some achievement for a family run hotel in a town of just over 5,000 people. They had also refurbished the hotel and won a prestigious national award a few years ago from the Irish Hotels Federation, placing them alongside the likes of The Merrion and the Intercontinental as great employers. THE CLEW BAY HOTEL I was back for, by now, my annual return visit to The Clew Bay Hotel to catch up with owners Maria Ruddy and Darren Madden who were brave enough to stand aside for two weeks to let me takeover with the staff for that RTÉ show all those years ago. If a town had a heart it would be manifest in the passion and love so evident in the mouth-watering apple tarts atĬhristy’s Harvest where hours could slip by while chatting to complete strangers and listening to the good humoured banter from the man himself. Along with the beauty of the town there is a noticeable warmth about Westport people - always happy to chat in the lovely quaint Irish-owned shops. If you could capture that and mirror it in other small towns we might re-energise rural communities and give our young people a reason to stay. I filmed an episode of RTÉ’s The Takeover in Westport and fell into a deeper infatuation with the people, the history and the magic ingredients that makes it one of the most visited spots in Ireland. So many famous and infamous people have fallen for Westport’s charms but acclaimed 19th-century author William Thackeray’s love affair with Westport and Clew Bay is renowned “…the bay and the Reek, which sweeps down to the sea, and the hundred isles in it, were dressed up in gold and purple and crimson, with the whole cloudy west in a flame. If the pleasing prettiness of Westport isn’t enough to lure you, then the dramatic backdrop courtesy of mother nature makes this the best weekend retreat in Ireland (in my opinion!) The flowers by the way are specifically chosen to attract butterflies and bees. The pristine streets (it has won the Tidy Towns competition oodles of times), beautiful flowers, lovely old Georgian buildings flanking the Carrowbeg river and picturesque stone bridges greet you on arrival. It is unusual in that it is a planned town, and there aren’t many of them in Ireland, and it has heritage status. Well before I fell in love with far flung exotic destinations, I found myself heading to this picture perfect gem time and again.

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The high seas

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Pairing: Pirate!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Contains: language, pirate-y things, suspension of disbelief just a little bit, mentions of sirens, mentions of blood, mentions of swords, Pirate!Bucky (because that is indeed a warning in and of itself), SMUT (MINORS DNI), just a quickie ish, p in v, unprotected sex 

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 The High seas

Captain James “Bucky” Barnes was many things. Feared, enormously talented with both a sword and a pistol, a brilliant navigator and his name traveled further than his ship did. He stood often at the rutter, salty sprays of seafoam coating his face as his eyes, that matched the sky above him and the sea under him, wandered to the far-off horizon, always looking for the next adventure and plunder.

When The Winter Soldier came across a shipwreck near Clew Bay and he saw a woman resting on jagged rocks, his brows furrowed. A white shirt, slightly wet from the sprays of the sea against the rocks, flowed in the wind, while a leather corset – the brown tones of it blackened by use – rested on her torso, male trousers on her legs and high boots. She looked like she was expecting them. Steve had looked questionable at the sight of a lone survivor, especially a woman, sitting on the rocks surrounded by pieces of wood and dead shipmates, but Bucky had barked an order to let her on the ship. The men didn’t dare disobey his order, even if they believed her cursed.

She hadn’t spoken for a few days, but at first sight of rebellion from the crew, she had squashed any and all inklings to her being nothing more than bad luck, when she threw her dagger and caught a feather to the mast, whilst she still stood near the rutter, eyes barely looking back at the mast. Her eyes searched the sea more often than his did.

From that day, nobody dared say anything. Even Sam had once spoken loudly that it seemed like she was good luck, seeing as they hadn’t had troubles with enemy-ships, nor the dangers that lurked beneath the surface of the water.

Bucky was inclined to agree.

He learned her name was Y/N, and that her ship had unfortunately gone down near Clew Bay because of a foolish navigator, that followed a siren’s song instead of his eyes. Many men had lost their life to the sea like that.

When they docked at St. Mary’s Island, the sun slowly setting, he let his eyes follow Y/N as she wandered off the ship to the nearest inn, her fingers twirling her silver dagger. He hummed and followed her and his crew, his long leather jacket flowing in the soft breeze, his boots echoing around the wooden docks. Yes, he was, in any man’s eye, frightening and his demeanor was more than enough to scare off anybody who tried to approach him. But not Y/N. She had followed him with her eyes through the inn and finally given him a small nod of respect when he sat down. He nodded back. He didn’t care about her gender; she was a brilliant navigator and an even better fighter. There was nothing to judge.

Sam had sat heavily next to him and looked at Y/N through narrowed eyes as she drank, seemingly very bored with the rowdy crowd around her. “Sometimes I find myself thinking that she’s not quite from this world, Buck.” He said. Sam’s eyes never did him a disservice. He spotted most if not all things, most people wanted to hide – it made him the perfect man for scouting and finding flaws and chinks in the armor. It was the reason he was called Falcon in common tongue. “Hm. What makes you say that?” Bucky amused the conversation, eyes on her. He was a man of few words and even fewer, when he found his eyes on her; she was a vision, truly, and when her hair whipped around her face, her eyes closed against the bright sun, he was almost ready to take her to his quarters. Sam shrugged.

“If I knew, I’d tell you. Just know I’m not the only one thinking it.” He said in a low voice, looking to Tony and Scott, who were whispering conspiratorially and glancing at Y/N – she had seen it as well, tipping her glass with a smirk to them.

A grimy man, dressed in the Queen’s uniform long since discolored by drink and wear, stalked to her and Bucky nearly got out of his chair to kill the man, who put his grimy paws on Y/N, but Sam held him back. “Watch.” He pointed to her hand, that held a tight grip on her dagger. “A woman sitting here, acting like…” The man hiccupped. “You are worth nothing more than what’s between your legs.” He sapt at her and Bucky saw read, as the glob of spit hit her cheek. She calmly wiped it from her face and turned her body slightly, a soft, dangerous smirk on her face. “Well, then.” Before he could see what had happened, the man screamed out, her silver dagger buried at the knuckle of his finger – she nudged it back and forth with slender fingers, slowly, but surely, severing the finger from the hand. “Touch me again, speak to me again, and I’ll make sure you see nothing more than the darkest pits of the sea.” She stood and threw the finger out through a window, before sheathing her dagger again. She nodded to her crew. “Boys.” And with that, she left.

Bucky had never experienced love. He had experienced several women during his life, but only for a night or an hour, hobbled somewhere in the back of an inn or in the dark corners of the streets, knees bruised and rum running thicker than blood in his veins. But never love. At least not until this moment, when Y/N left the inn with a saunter that rivalled his own and a smirk plastered on her face. Sam chuckled and Bucky shot him a glare. Steve laughed loudly on the other side of him. “Well, captain, seems as though you’ve got yourself in trouble.” Bucky didn’t answer but gathered his belt and pistol, trailing after her into the darkened night. She was wandering away from the docks, headed towards the small cove along the shore – her hair shone in a million diamonds when the moon hit it.

He kept his pace slow and distanced from her, his coat billowing against the wooden planks, he so often had walked. She almost disappeared in the darkness, but the moon shone brightly enough to illuminate the sand under her, and he settled on a large, flat rock near her, still hidden by shadows and the cover of night.

She toed her boots off, and as the wind died down, he heard her sigh contently as the water lapped at her toes.

It wasn’t exactly news to him that he might have feelings that were more than just loyalty to a crewmate towards her. He had noticed it more and more the longer she had stayed on the ship, how he would subconsciously drift towards her, their hands almost touching as they strolled the deck, keeping lookout during storms. She had given him the last orange before they reached St. Mary’s with a shrug and told him that he looked like he needed the comfort. She had rushed to his quarters one night when she had overheard his screams from another nightmare, that seemed to plague him less and less the more she was around. Her entire being called to him in the same, gentle and alluring way as the sea did; she was simply unavoidable, deep as the chasms in the seafloor and as much in uproar as the darkest of storms, but it made him feel at ease. He knew her fire and her spirit just as much as he knew his own.

He was pulled from his thoughts when a soft tune hummed in the very air around him; he blinked a few times, trying to gather his bearings, but the song was enticing and hard to hold from his ears. He almost wanted to walk to the sea and swim.

His eyes flew open and quickly dug through his coat pockets and withdrew two lumps of wax, rolled perfectly to fit his ears – a siren, and Y/n was unprotected and alone. He rushed to stand, putting the wax in his ears, when he saw her; a beautiful woman, her face hovering just above the waterline, eyes trained on Y/n, who simply stood still, looking at the siren in the water. He was almost running, when he felt the hum of her song stop and he stilled himself – Y/n was sitting down just near the edge of the water, her eyes on the siren… And she was smiling.

He slowly removed the wax again, the rush of the world coming back to him, and he heard Y/N’s voice clear as the blinding sun – he would hear that voice through maddening crowds, if he was being truthful.

“You shouldn’t be singing so close to the docks.” Y/n said, and Bucky took another step forward, the sand shifting under his feet. “You shouldn’t be alone.” The siren responded, her voice alluring and dangerous. Y/N laughed. “No, I probably shouldn’t. good thing, I’m not.” She turned to face Bucky, who stopped dead in his tracks. “Well? Coming?” She asked, patting the soft sand next to her. The siren hissed. “Easy, Frey, he’s…” She looked at him again. “He’s trustworthy.” He slowly made his way to her, the siren’s eyes on him, and sat down next to Y/n. A little closer than he normally would. The siren’s eyes glowed reddish and her hair billowed around her face in the soft waves. “Now, you bring news?” Y/N asked her. The siren tore her gaze from Bucky and focused back on Y/N. “I do. The ship known as red Skull’s has been spotted near Tortuga. I cannot say by who…” She glanced at Bucky again. “But I know they’re looking for a certain treasure.” “Amaro Pargo.” Y/n whispered, her eyes alight with the promise of new adventures. “That is thought to be lost, isn’t it?” Bucky asked. The siren tilted her head to the left. “Perhaps. Perhaps it’s only lost to those, who cannot find it.” Bucky restrained himself from rolling his eyes. Sirens were, apparently, full of immeasurable riddles. “Hm.” Y/n hummed. “Can you lead?” She asked the siren earnestly. “Me?” She looked back at Y/N. “Have I not led you to more treasure than you can hold? Helped with more enemies than you could’ve hoped for?” Y/n nodded and Bucky finally understood why Y/N had been such a good navigator, how all ships seemed lost when they found them, their crew dazed. “Frey…” Y/n sighed. “I expect nothing from you, but I am asking, pleading that you help.” The siren sighed and looked to the docks. “I will try.” She nodded once, very strangely, to Bucky. “Man.” It seemed like a goodbye. “Fare thee well.” She nodded in the same strange way to Y/N, and then she was gone with the swell of the water.

They sat in silence for a while, Bucky trying to figure out what had just happened. “She has been… Sort of my companion for years.” She said into the silence. “Huh?” She ran a hand over her hair, tugging at a braid. “She came to my aid when I boarded my first ship. She had seen me board, seen the way the crew looked at me…” She glanced at Bucky. “let’s just say it wasn’t a coincidence that I was the only survivor, when you found me.” Ah. “And she… Helps you navigate?” He asked, intrigue coloring his words. He never knew sirens to have any type of relationship that didn’t end in death and the last breath full of salty water. She shrugged. “Not really. She tells me where there’s trouble. If her voice is left, I veer right. She might be a companion of sorts, but she’s still very dangerous and I’d prefer her not to become too close to you.”

Bucky didn’t outwardly show his emotions, if it wasn’t anger. But now, with those words, he couldn’t help the heat on his cheeks and the way his lips twitched.

“Alright, then.” He stood and offered his hand. She took it and pulled herself to her feet, their chests touching as he looked down at her. “Shall we find a lost treasure with the aid of a siren?”

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It had been a hard journey. The sea was unrelenting and with a swaying deck, rain falling in heavy, angry drops, he fought several of Hydra’s crewmen. The clanging of swords hung heavy around the ship, the smell of gunpowder stifled in his lungs, and yet, as he cut another man down, his eyes wandered to the vixen on the lower deck. She was grinning maddeningly, her eyes blazing with fire as she circled two men, that towered at least a head over her. She had blood-spatter on her white shirt, that clung to her chest, nipples pebbling under the cool rain. She lunged and blood flowed from the man’s throat, his crewmate’s mouth wide in shook as the woman danced around him. Bucky lunged and cut the second man down, who had swung his sword too wide to be able to block him, and he saw red when a man neared her back. He jumped on the railing and grabbed a rope – but before he swung, he saw Frey’s eyes peer up at him, a wicked smile on her lips.

“MEN! WAX!!” He shouted through the mask, he wore over his lower part of his face, and all as one swirled and pulled wax from their pockets, ready for whatever carnage Frey was about to bring. They had seen it before – Sam had even hollered that he knew Y/N had been different, when they first saw Frey talk to Y/N with her soft voice. Most of them seemed surprisingly fine with the prospect of a siren trailing their ship. The few that didn’t, happened to simply disappear overnight.

He nearly didn’t have time to get the wax in before the song started, and he swung down from the rope to Y/N’s side, where he stood back-to-back with her, fending off whoever dared near her. He felt the song in his chest and saw the men slowly lower their swords, daze already in their eyes. He grinned wickedly at them, spotting Red Skull hiding in shadows by his own ship; he was steering away, leaving the men he had on the Soldier, behind. All of them wandered around to the rails, leaning over the side. Frey swam gently through the swell of the waves, her eyes a perfect mirror of the color of the sea, now, and heads popped up around her; her song had called the few sirens nearby to her, joining her. Slowly, one by one, the men toppled to their watery grave, being pulled under by beautiful women who turned to hauntingly, beautiful and terrifying creatures as soon as their prey landed in their arms. Bucky watched, mesmerized by the sight of men going under, when he felt a hand on his arm. Y/N. She looked up at him with wide eyes and wiped her thumb across his cheekbone in an intimate gesture unlike anything, she had done before – her thumb came away covered in blood. The other crewmen looked everywhere else, trying their best to ignore whatever happened between their captain and Y/N, all of them still slightly on edge by the sirens that crowded their ships. Y/N looked behind him and nodded once, gesturing for him to remove the wax. He did, the thrumming of the song still embedded in his chest, but he turned to the sea and looked to Frey, who smiled wickedly, sharp teeth catching on her lips. “Thank you.” “Thank me not, pirate.” She disappeared under the water.

All the men drank happily after another victory, their shanties roaring from the brig. Bucky sat in his quarters, fiddling a small dagger and stared out of the open window into the darkness, when a few clatters sounded. He frowned and took a step and found three beautiful shells and a handful of colorful, shiny rocks littering the wooden floor. He glanced out the window, and despite the consuming darkness of the night, he couldn’t avoid seeing the red glow of Frey’s eyes. “Why rocks?” He called. “She likes things shiny.” And with that, her eyes were gone. He collected the strange rocks and shells in his hand with a slight smile on his lips. A soft knock sounded on the door. “Yes?” Y/n stepped inside, holding a bottle in her hand and a needle and string in the other. He rolled his eyes. “It’s superficial.” He said, pointing at the gash on his arm. It wasn’t the first, nor would it be the last. “Even so.” She handed him the bottle. “I took the last bottle of the rum, we procured in Port Royal.” She grinned. “If the men knew, they’d have my head.” He sat down and chuckled. “No, they wouldn’t. They would fear for your friend of the sea.” She sat down next to him and eyed the cut. “It won’t take long.” She mumbled and slowly began threading the needle, eyes focused on his arm. He couldn’t help but flex it, just a little and was rewarded with a soft whine. She began stitching him, and he didn’t dare move a muscle, but simply took a large swig of the bottle of rum, relishing in the warmth of the spirit. Minutes passed in silence, and he glanced at his table, where the collection of rocks and shells rested. “All done.” She mumbled and wrapped his arm in white linen, before standing up and wiping her hands on her pants. Her shirt was still spattered in blood.

He stood as well, and a swell of the waves around the ship made it tip slightly, which none of them were prepared for; she tumbled into his chest, fingers on his collarbone and his hands flew to her waist, trying to steady her. She found his eyes.

A carnal need overcame him, the very air became hard to breathe in, and he couldn’t stop himself. He kissed her deeply, a small gasp coloring the kiss in beauty, and her hands flew to his neck, wrapping around him to meet his kiss. Their tongues wrestled and he pulled her close to him, fingers moving to swiftly undo the damned laces on her back. She breathed a moan as the corset loosened and finally fell from her body – he grabbed her leg, holding her behind the knee and turned her, laying her on the bed. Their movements were frantic, desperate, and longing, so many months of glanced, near-touches and unsaid words hanging thickly in the air, and she clawed at his shirt, finally pulling it out of his trousers. He groaned as she rolled her hips against him, and he let his tongue dance over hers before he ripped her shirt to shreds. She gasped. “Buck, that was my favorite!” She bemoaned. He chuckled, kissing her neck. “I’ll buy you a brig’s worth of that shirt when we reach shore.”

She grunted and pulled at the lace on his pants, as he did the same to hers, Her chest was heaving and he couldn’t help himself – he lowered his lips to her hardened nipple and sucked it, teeth scraping against it and he was sure the sound, she made, would be burned into his mind for the rest of his life.

She finally managed to undo his pants and quickly pushed her hand inside, moaning as she touched his hard length, wrapping her hand around it. He rutted into her hand and his fingers had a hard time getting the fucking pants off her and she giggled, fully giggled as she lifted her rear up to make it easer for him to move the pants down her legs. The leather of his own pants were straining against his hard cock and her hand, and he quickly released her nipple with a soft pop to sit up straight and push his pants down. She clearly decided to use it to her advantage, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, removed her hand from his member and flipped them.

He grunted at the impact, but quickly swallowed any grievances when he saw her on top of him, straddling his hips. Her lips were swollen and red from the rough kisses and his beard, her chest heaved and tattoos littered her skin, drawing intimate pictures, a story of her. She positioned herself better, and grabbed his length again, lining him up. “Darling, don’t you…” He wanted her to feel good, but she quirked an eyebrow, a clear challenge. “You don’t believe me capable, Captain Barnes?” He had never loved being called a captain as much as he did now. “I believe you more capable than me.” He simply said, cock twitching in her hand. She grinned and lined him up with her dripping folds, sinking slowly down on him.

He might’ve thought the sea was his home, his calling, but at this moment, he knew he had been wrong – she was his home. She was tight and wet, the sounds tumbling from her lips were sinful as she lowered herself on him; he worried about her feeling pain, but her eyes rolled back in her head as she was finally seated on him, and immediately began rolling her hips, riding him with long strokes. he growled and held her hips, steering her and he felt her clench around him, her wetness growing on his lower abdomen, and he rutted up into her, craving more and sped up, not daring to slow down now, not with the way she pulled him deeper, and her moans grew. He fucked her deeply, grabbing at any bare skin he could as he nails dug into his chest. “Please…” She moaned. “Please, deeper…” He would never tell her no. He fucked her deeper and harder, feeling her clench around him and she threw her head back, stilling her hips as she came undone around him. He had felt many women reach their peak under him, but never had it felt as good as it did with her. He craved to see it again, the way she twirled her hips and used him to get more out of it, more of him. She leaned down and kissed him deeply, all teeth and tongue, and he lost control – he flipped them again, swallowing her squeal and began pounding her; her legs wrapped around him, lips warm on his, and he would die happily here, buried in her. She was moaning his name, like a drowning man’s last breath, and he sped up, dragging against her walls, that fluttered against him. “Buck….” She moaned again biting down on his shoulder. He growled and thrusted deeply, his cock twitching. “Fill me.” She whispered, her breath cooling the spot, her teeth had just been on and he damn near lost it. He fucked into her frantically, his arm weaving under her leg and hoisted it, clutching it under her knee, her walls tightening around him and with a roar, he spilled inside of her at the same time as she clamped down, another wave of pleasure running rampant through her body.

They rocked slowly to a still, his cock still twitching inside of her, and he kissed her languidly before slowly pulling out and laying down next to her, wrapping his arm around her. “You made my stitches open.” She mumbled, fingers gently swirling against the new red-splotched linen. He chuckled and let a finger follow a tattoo that ran from her collarbone to her elbow. “Worth it.”

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When they came out of his quarters the next morning, their hands intertwined, the crewmates all whooped, and Steve yelled the loudest that it was about damn time. Bucky didn’t care, not even about the lewd comments, because Y/N managed to send a dagger flying towards Sam’s hat and pin it to the railing behind him when he shouted something obscene. They stood at the rutter together, the pirate and his queen, and stared into the endless horizon. He saw Frey following the ship just out of the corner of his eye, and he tipped his hat to her.

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Today in Christian History

Today is Thursday, February 22nd, 2024. It is the 53rd day of the year in the Gregorian calendar; Because it is a leap year, 313 days remain until the end of the year.

1072: (or the 23rd) Death of Peter Damian, in Faenza, Italy. A reforming monk of the Benedictine order, he will be remembered chiefly for De divina omnipotentia which questioned the limits of the omnipotence of God (e.g.: can God change the past?) and will be declared a doctor of the church in the nineteenth century.

1225: Hugh of St. Cher dons the habit of the Dominican order. He will become a notable Bible scholar and head a team that will create the first really useful Bible concordance.

1297: Death in Cortona, Italy, of St. Margaret of Cortona, a Franciscan tertiary, who had established a hospital for the poor.

1632: Zuni Indians (tribe pictured above) kill Francisco de Letrado and dance with his scalp on a pole. He had been among Spanish missionaries attempting to impose a Christian regime on the Pueblo Indians.

1649: The Westminster Assembly adjourns, having held one thousand one hundred and sixty three sessions over a period of five years, six months, and twenty-two days. They were known for their solemn fasts and long hours of prayer.

1703: General Codrington bequeaths two plantations in Barbados for medical mission work to the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel, on condition that professors and scholars be maintained there to study and practice medicine, surgery, and divinity in order to “endear themselves to the people and have the better opportunities of doing good to men’s souls whilst they are taking care of their bodies.”

1822: Samuel and Catherine Clewes Leigh sail into a New Zealand Bay to begin work among the Maori. Samuel’s Ill health will force them to leave the following year, but the mission will continue under other workers.

1845: Death in London of Rev. Sydney Smith, wit and literary critic, author of The Letters of Peter Plymley. He had once tied some antlers to donkeys to pretend they were deer when an aristocratic lady was visiting. His daughter wrote, “My father died in peace with himself and with all the world; anxious to the last to promote the comfort and happiness of others. He sent messages of kindness and forgiveness to the few he thought had injured him. Almost his last act was bestowing a small living of £120 per annum on a poor, worthy, and friendless clergyman, who had lived a long life of struggle with poverty on £40 per annum.”

1870: Missionary James Gilmour sails from Liverpool to work in China and Mongolia. Made chaplain of the ship on which he is sailing, he shares the gospel with every member of the crew during the night watches.

1892: W. T. Satthianadhan, a leader of the Church Mission Society in Madras, relapses into a serious medical condition and will die within days. He had been a representative to Anglican councils in England, author of books in Tamil and English, an educator at Madras University, vice-president of the Tamil Central Church Council, and founder of benevolent associations.

1901: Charles and Lettie Cowman arrive in Japan where they will become co-founders of the Oriental Mission Society.

1911: Death in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, of Frances E. W. Harper, an African-American woman who had labored in the anti-slavery cause alongside workers such as Julia Ward Howe and Frederick Douglas. She had published a volume of poems when twenty-one years of age.

1930: Soviet agents arrest more than sixty Orthodox clergy and laity in Tomsk for “counter-revolutionary agitation” and “grouping of church people.” They will execute fifty of these individuals.

1954: The first “Voice of Tangier” program airs over a 2,500-watt transmitter. Programming is broadcast in Spanish and English. Within two years, the station will be broadcasting in more than twenty languages.

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JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET UK/IRELAND TOUR SPRING 2024

Julian Siegel tenor and soprano sax, bass clarinet Liam Noble piano Oli Hayhurst double bass Gene Calderazzo drums

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SATURDAY APRIL 27th MAGYS FARM, DROMARA, N.IRL

SUNDAY APRIL 28th WESTPORT JAZZ, CLEW BAY HOTEL, Co MAYO, IRL

MONDAY APRIL 29th CRANE LANE THEATRE, CORK, Co CORK, IRL

WEDNESDAY MAY 1st CAMDEN STUDIOS, 'SPEAKEASY SESSIONS', DUBLIN, IRL

THURSDAY MAY 2nd CITY OF DERRY JAZZ AND BIG BAND FESTIVAL, BENNIGANS, DERRY, Co. LONDONDERRY, N.IRL

FRIDAY MAY 3rd UNESCO & CV JAZZ WORLD JAZZ CELEBRATION 2024 SpArC THEATRE, BISHOP'S CASTLE, SHROPSHIRE, ENG

FRIDAY MAY 17th RONNIE SCOTTS JAZZ CLUB, SOHO, LONDON, ENG

FRIDAY JUNE 7th VERDICT JAZZ CLUB, BRIGHTON, ENG

With the Julian Siegel Quartet, the BBC Jazz Award winning saxophonist and composer Julian Siegel can be heard alongside some of this generation’s most distinctive voices, creating an in-demand Quartet on the UK and European Jazz scene. The band features inspirational pianist Liam Noble, his fluid touch and dazzling imagination perfectly complementing Siegel’s music and playing, and providing a perfect foil for the many directions the music can turn. With the creative spark of dynamic drummer Gene Calderazzo and the deep groove of bassist Oli Hayhurst dove-tailing perfectly with Siegel and Noble this is unquestionably one of the UK’s most exciting and powerful quartets. Following up from their London Jazz Award winning album Urban Theme Park (Basho Music), 2018 saw the release of VISTA, the second album of the Julian Siegel Quartet and the first on the Whirlwind Recordings label. The album features ten of Julian’s compositions plus an arrangement of Bud Powell's ‘Un Poco Loco’. This acoustic set of music moves freely through varied sound worlds and colours, from undercurrents of bop to searching ballads and joyful melodies. The bands UK/Ireland Tour Spring 2024 will feature music from the bands albums plus new music written especially for the band's upcoming tour.

“Expressive direct music…. tightly wound post-bop, pensive improv. and more.” John Fordham, The Guardian ★ ★ ★ ★ Jazz Album of the Month, February 2018

“A great quartet with an enthralling agility.” ★ ★ ★ ★ In Music

”Exciting, dynamic music with improvisation at its centre.”- London Jazz News

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Artist Research: Print ‘Superfolk’

Printmakers

I looked into these 2 printmakers who call themselves “Superfolk”, they get their inspiration from their natural surroundings in Clew Bay.

“We tell the story of the ever-changing colour, patterns and texture of the wildlife, wild food, landscape, geology and seasons surrounding us in Clew Bay, on the west coast of Ireland.”

I found these seaweed prints inspirational in conjunction with my sea life research with respect to movement.

“This is a handmade print printed on handmade washi (Japanese paper). Strong, warm bold colours and shapes sit atop a delicate, partially translucent paper. The print is from a hand-cut lino block. Blocks are inked up by hand and lead to a unique colour variation in each print”

This particular print of seaweed reminds me of a jellyfish as it has a similar figurative movement to their tentacles and comparably mimics its appearance.

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Today, the last Sunday in July is known as Reek Sunday in Ireland.

A traditional pilgrimage to the top of Ireland's most holy mountain, Croagh Patrick, takes place.

All 764 metres from sea level on steep slopes.

As part of the pilgrimage, to this mountain associated with Saint Patrick, some of the pilgrims walk all or part barefoot.

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Things to do in Westport Ireland: A Spirited Journey through the Emerald Isle

As an explorer at heart, I’ve been graced with the opportunity to roam through the charming streets of Westport, a treasure trove tucked in Ireland’s verdant lap. With its arresting landscapes, rich history, and vibrant culture, Westport, Ireland is a captivating getaway. As we delve into the things to do in Westport, you’ll find this corner of Ireland unveils its charm in the most unexpected of ways.

Popular Tourist Attractions in Westport

The Westport House

Like a sentinel from a bygone era, Westport House stands majestically, encapsulating the rich tapestry of Irish history. Wandering through its exquisite rooms, each filled with antique treasures, feels like stepping into a mesmerizing tale of power, lineage, and legacy.

Clew Bay

Jeweled with 365 islands, Clew Bay is an entrancing sight. With a kaleidoscope of activities on offer, from kayaking to seal spotting, the bay’s allure lies not just in its scenic beauty but in the diverse experiences it provides.

The Great Western Greenway

Sailing through the lush landscapes on a bike, the Great Western Greenway is a 42km traffic-free cycling and walking trail. The journey becomes the destination here as the panoramic vistas of Ireland’s countryside leave you spellbound.

Croagh Patrick

The imposing silhouette of Croagh Patrick stands in spiritual solitude, attracting pilgrims and tourists alike. A challenging trek up this mountain rewards with panoramic views of Clew Bay and the surrounding countryside.

Top Things to do in Westport

The Pirate Adventure Park

Unleash your inner adventurer at the Pirate Adventure Park. With attractions like the Pirate Queen Swinging Ship and the Westport House Express Train Ride, it’s an adrenaline-filled wonderland for kids and adults alike.

Westport Walking Tours

The Westport Walking Tours weave a fascinating narrative around the town’s intriguing history. From tales of Grace O’Malley, the Pirate Queen, to the architectural brilliance of its Georgian buildings, each corner of Westport holds a story waiting to be told.

Horse Riding along Drummindoo Stud

Galloping through the countryside on horseback is an experience as idyllic as it sounds. Whether you’re a seasoned equestrian or a beginner, Drummindoo Stud offers a memorable jaunt through Westport’s ethereal landscape.

Pottery Classes at The Crafty Fox

Immerse yourself in the world of pottery at The Crafty Fox. Master the art of molding, firing, and glazing your own ceramic masterpiece. It’s a therapeutic endeavor, allowing you to connect with Westport’s artisan culture in an intimate way.

Must-See Places in Westport

The Quay

Brimming with cozy pubs, quaint boutiques, and eateries, The Quay is a must-visit for an authentic Westport experience. Sitting by the harbor, relishing local delicacies as you watch the world go by, is nothing short of poetry.

The Octagon

Westport’s beating heart, The Octagon, buzzes with life. The tall clock tower, charming shops, and cafes, coupled with the constant hum of activity, make it an essential stop.

Carrowholly Cheese Farm

A visit to the Carrowholly Cheese Farm is a testament to Westport’s artisanal spirit. Witness the careful art of cheese making and indulge in some palate-pleasing samples.

The Connemara National Park

The Connemara National Park, a short drive from Westport, is a symphony of mountain peaks, pristine lakes, and sweeping grasslands. It’s a haven for outdoor enthusiasts and a photographer’s dream come true.

Best Places to Visit in Westport for First-Time Visitors

Ballintubber Abbey

A visit to Westport is incomplete without stepping into the tranquil confines of Ballintubber Abbey. Over 800 years old, this site resonates with a profound sense of spirituality and history. The fact that it has been in continuous use since the 13th century adds to its allure.

Matt Molloy’s Pub

Immerse yourself in the exhilarating Irish nightlife at Matt Molloy’s Pub. This legendary pub, owned by a member of the renowned Irish band The Chieftains, is a hub of lively music, delicious food, and unforgettable memories.

Westport Coast

A panoramic drive along the Westport Coast is something straight out of a postcard. The azure waters of the Atlantic lapping against the rugged Irish coastline creates a spectacle that leaves every first-time visitor spellbound.

The Point

The Point is an idyllic location for those seeking a serene beach experience. With its soft sands, gentle waves, and breathtaking views, it’s a slice of paradise in the heart of Westport.

Best Places to Visit in Westport for Families

Westport Farmyard Activities

From bottle-feeding baby lambs to navigating through a straw bale maze, Westport Farmyard Activities is a fun-filled day out for the whole family. A real working farm, it provides a hands-on and interactive learning experience about life in the countryside.

Ballycroy National Park

Families will relish the opportunity to explore Ballycroy National Park, home to the largest expanses of peatland left in Europe. With several well-marked trails, picnic spots, and an engaging visitor center, it’s a haven for nature lovers of all ages.

Westport House & Pirate Adventure Park

For an exhilarating day of fun and frolic, head to the Westport House & Pirate Adventure Park. With its historic mansion, thrilling rides, and scenic grounds, it’s a delight for both children and adults.

Brackloon Wood

The enchanting Brackloon Wood, one of Ireland’s oldest native woodlands, makes for an excellent family adventure. Meandering through its dense forest, families can indulge in bird watching, identify various flora and fauna, and relish the tranquility of nature.

Best Places to Visit in Westport for Couples

Bertra Beach

Couples seeking a romantic retreat will find solace in the pristine expanse of Bertra Beach. A gentle stroll along the shore, watching the sunset paint the sky with hues of crimson, can turn into an unforgettable memory.

Mulranny Salt Marshes

The Mulranny Salt Marshes provide an excellent backdrop for a romantic hike. The unique ecosystem, teeming with diverse birdlife, coupled with the views of Clew Bay, makes for a spectacular sight.

Westport Plaza & Spa

For couples seeking a luxurious getaway, Westport Plaza & Spa is the perfect choice. Indulge in rejuvenating treatments, dine at award-winning restaurants, and soak in the elegant ambiance of this plush resort.

Westport Cycle Tours

Hop onto a bicycle and explore Westport’s stunning landscapes at your own pace. The freedom of choosing your own path makes it a romantic adventure, complete with picturesque views and hidden nooks.

Best Places to Visit in Westport on a Budget

The Great Western Greenway

Cycling or walking down the Great Western Greenway is not just an exciting activity but also a pocket-friendly way to explore the Irish countryside. The stunning scenery and peaceful environment make it a rewarding experience.

Carrowholly Stables

Experience the thrill of horseback riding at Carrowholly Stables. With guided rides across beaches and countryside, it’s an affordable activity that delivers priceless memories.

Westport Town

Take a leisurely stroll through the historic town of Westport. Admire the colorful shopfronts, visit local markets, or simply people-watch in the town square – it won’t cost you a dime.

Free Walking Tours

Immerse yourself in Westport’s rich history with free walking tours. Led by knowledgeable guides, these tours offer valuable insights into the town’s architecture, local legends, and cultural heritage.

Best Day Trips from Westport

Achill Island

Just an hour’s drive from Westport, Achill Island promises a serene escape from the hustle and bustle. With its towering cliffs, expansive beaches, and ancient ruins, Achill offers an intriguing mix of natural beauty and history.

Killary Fjord

A trip to Ireland’s only fjord, Killary, is an absolute must. The untouched beauty of this fjord, hemmed by towering mountains on either side, is a sight to behold. It’s an idyllic location for a picnic, a boat trip, or simply soaking in the magnificent views.

Kylemore Abbey

The picturesque Kylemore Abbey, set against a backdrop of lush mountains and reflective waters, is a sight to behold. The beautifully restored rooms, tranquil Victorian Walled Garden, and the gothic church transport you to a bygone era.

The Burren National Park

The Burren National Park, known for its unique karst landscape and rich biodiversity, makes for an excellent day trip. Whether you’re keen on a leisurely stroll or a challenging hike, the park’s myriad trails cater to all fitness levels.

Hidden Gems in Westport

The Coffin Ship

Located in the Murrisk Peninsula, The Coffin Ship is a poignant reminder of the Great Famine. This powerful sculpture, though not widely known among tourists, offers a deep insight into a tragic chapter of Irish history.

The Clew Bay Archaeological Trail

This offbeat trail encompasses 21 archaeological sites, each holding its own historical significance. It’s a must-visit for history enthusiasts eager to delve deeper into Ireland’s ancient past.

The Céide Fields

The Céide Fields, home to the oldest known field systems in the world, is a fascinating hidden gem. This ancient landscape, buried beneath the boglands, unravels the story of our farming ancestors from over 5,000 years ago.

Clare Island

Often overlooked by tourists, Clare Island, with its beautiful cliffs, ancient abbey ruins, and fascinating seal colony, is a treat for explorers seeking something different.

Off-The-Beaten-Path Places in Westport

Inishkea Islands

Venture to the uninhabited Inishkea Islands for a taste of tranquility. The island’s rich birdlife, white sandy beaches, and remnants of an ancient monastic site make it a captivating day trip.

Rockfleet Castle

Visit the atmospheric ruins of Rockfleet Castle, the former stronghold of Grace O’Malley, the Pirate Queen. The journey to the castle, through winding country roads, is as enchanting as the destination itself.

Old Head Wood

Located off Louisburgh, Old Head Wood is a beautiful woodland reserve featuring a variety of tree species and a sandy beach, making it an ideal spot for a tranquil picnic.

Doolough Valley

For those seeking solitude, Doolough Valley offers breathtaking landscapes far removed from the tourist crowds. The serene beauty of the valley, coupled with its poignant history, makes it a must-visit.

Best Places to Eat in Westport

An Port Mór

An Port Mór, renowned for its contemporary Irish cuisine, is a foodie’s delight. Chef Frankie Mallon’s innovative use of locally sourced ingredients and unique culinary techniques ensure an exceptional dining experience.

The Tavern Bar & Restaurant

The Tavern Bar & Restaurant promises a warm welcome and a hearty meal. Serving the best of local seafood and prime Irish steaks, this cozy eatery is a must-visit for every meat lover.

Sage

Sage, with its chic ambiance and innovative menu, is a culinary revelation. Their focus on fresh, seasonal, and locally sourced ingredients ensures that every dish sings with flavor.

The Creel Café

For an unforgettable breakfast or a delightful afternoon tea, head to The Creel Café. With their irresistible pastries, artisanal coffee, and scenic views of the harbor, it’s an oasis for every café lover.

Must-See Sporting Teams in Westport

Westport United Football Club

For soccer enthusiasts, a visit to the local Westport United Football Club is a must. Their thrilling matches and ardent fans ensure an unforgettable sporting experience.

Westport Rugby Club

Rugby holds a special place in Irish hearts, and a game at Westport Rugby Club will give you a taste of this national passion. The energy and camaraderie on display is a sight to behold.

Westport Golf Club

For golf enthusiasts, Westport Golf Club is a must-visit. Known for its stunning setting and well-maintained course, it’s the perfect place to enjoy a leisurely round of golf.

Night-Life in Westport

The Clock Tavern

The Clock Tavern is the place to be for a vibrant night out in Westport. With its extensive range of Irish whiskeys, craft beers, and live music, it offers an authentic Irish pub experience.

McGing’s Bar

McGing’s Bar, with its old-world charm and lively atmosphere, is a firm favorite among locals and tourists. Its lively trad sessions ensure an unforgettable night of music and merriment.

The Castle Late Night Venue

For those seeking to dance the night away, The Castle Late Night Venue is the perfect spot. With its state-of-the-art sound system and thrilling DJ sets, it guarantees a night full of fun and excitement.

So, whether you’re looking for a quiet, intimate experience or an adrenaline-pumping adventure, you’ll find it all in Westport, Ireland. Every moment in this enchanting town offers a chance to make unforgettable memories, to immerse yourself in a different culture, and to see the world through a new lens. And isn’t that what travel is all about? So, come, embrace the Irish charm, and let the magic of Westport weave its spell on you.

Frequently Asked Questions

What is the best time to visit Westport, Ireland?

The best time to visit Westport is from June to September when the weather is typically mild and suitable for outdoor activities. However, remember that this is also the peak tourist season.

How to get around in Westport?

Westport is a compact town and most attractions are within walking distance. However, for destinations further out, bicycles are available for hire. Taxis are also readily available.

Is Westport suitable for families?

Absolutely! Westport offers a range of activities suitable for all ages, making it a fantastic destination for family holidays.

What kind of food is Westport known for?

Westport has a rich culinary scene, with local specialties including fresh seafood, Irish stew, and boxty – a traditional Irish potato pancake.

Are there any special events in Westport?

Yes, Westport hosts several events throughout the year, including the Westport Folk and Bluegrass Festival, the Westport Sea Angling Festival, and the Westport Arts Festival.

Can I explore Westport on a budget?

Definitely! Many of Westport’s attractions are free to explore, including walking around the town, hiking in the surrounding countryside, and visiting some of the beautiful beaches. There are also plenty of budget-friendly accommodation and dining options.

What’s the nightlife like in Westport?

Westport boasts a vibrant nightlife, with traditional Irish pubs featuring live music, modern bars, and clubs. It’s a great place to experience traditional Irish music and dancing.

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UPCOMING DATES

2024

JANUARY 31ST PAUL BOOTH'S BANDSANGU ORCHESTRA SPICE OF LIFE, SOHO, LONDON

FEBRUARY 3rd DESCHANEL GORDON QUARTET with JULIAN SIEGEL 606 CLUB, CHELSEA, LONDON

FEBRUARY 6th JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET EAST SIDE JAZZ CLUB LEYTONSTONE, LONDON

MARCH 16th JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET VORTEX JAZZ CLUB, LONDON

APRIL 1st - 5th AUSTRALIA JAZZ SCHOOL BALLARAT, VICTORIA, AUSTRALIA with Michelle Nicolle, Simon Purcell, Julian Siegel, Ronny Ferella and Ben Robertson

APRIL 6TH SIMON PURCELL/ JULIAN SIEGEL QUINTET with special guest MICHELLE NICOLLE (Aus/UK) JAZZLAB, MELBOURNE, VC, MELBOURNE AUSTRALIA

APRIL 25th LAUREN KINSELLA TRIO with LIAM NOBLE AND JULIAN SIEGEL VORTEX JAZZ CLUB

JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET UK/IRELAND TOUR SPRING 2024 DATES

APRIL 27th JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET MAGYS FARM, DROMARA, Co.DOWN, NORTHERN IRELAND

APRIL 28th JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET WESTPORT JAZZ, CLEW BAY HOTEL, Co MAYO, IRELAND

APRIL 29th JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET CRANE LANE THEATRE , CORK, Co CORK, IRELAND

MAY 1st JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET CAMDEN STUDIOS, ' 'SPEAKEASY SESSIONS', DUBLIN, IRELAND

MAY 2nd JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET CITY OF DERRY JAZZ AND BIG BAND FESTIVAL, BENNIGANS, DERRY Co. LONDONDERRY, NORTHERN IRELAND

MAY 3rd JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET UNESCO & CV Jazz World Jazz Celebration 2024 SpArC Theatre Bishop's Castle, Shropshire

MAY 6th NIKKI ILES BIG BAND Ribble Valley Jazz festival, UK

MAY 12th NIKKI ILES BIG BAND Pizza Express Jazz Club, Soho, London

MAY 17th JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET RONNIE SCOTTS JAZZ CLUB, SOHO, LONDON

MAY 18th NIKKI ILES BIG BAND Royal Northern College of Music, Manchester

JUNE 7th JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET Verdict Jazz Club, Brighton

JUNE 20th NIKKI ILES BIG BAND Y THEATRE, HARBOROUGH JAZZ AND LEICESTER JAZZ HOUSE

JULY 23 - 28th SLIGO INTERNATIONAL JAZZ SUMMER SCHOOL

AUGUST 10 - 17th and 18 - 25th INTERNATIONAL JAZZ SUMMER SCHOOL , Shropshire, UK

2023

April 12th JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET VORTEX JAZZ CLUB, LONDON

April 20th JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET ATTENBOROUGH ARTS CENTRE - LEICESTER JAZZ HOUSE

May 9th NIKKI ILES BIG BAND - WATERMILL JAZZ CLUB, DORKING

May 14th NIKKI ILES BIG BAND - RONNIE SCOTTS JAZZ CLUB LONDON

MAY 16TH EMPIRICAL WITH SPECIAL GUESTS JASON REBELLO AND JULIAN SIEGEL VORTEX JAZZ CLUB, DALSTON

JUNE 17th JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET VORTEX JAZZ CLUB, LONDON

JULY 13th SONGLINES featuring LIANE CARROLL, SIMON PURCELL, JULIAN SIEGEL, LOZ GARRATT and WILL GLASER ROPETACKLE ARTS CENTRE, SHOREHAM BY SEA

AUGUST 5th - 20th INTERNATIONAL JAZZ SUMMER SCHOOL MORETON HALL SCHOOL, UK

SEPTEMBER 12th RICHARD FAIRHURST QUINTET, EASTSIDE JAZZ CLUB, LONDON

SEPTEMBER 28th SHANTI JAZZ , EASTSIDE JAZZ CLUB, ROYAL BIRMINGHAM CONSERVATOIRE

SEPTEMBER 30th JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET VORTEX JAZZ CLUB, LONDON

OCTOBER 5th JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET JAZZ LEEDS, SEVEN ARTS CENTRE, LEEDS

OCTOBER 6th JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET WORKSHOP AT LEEDS CONSERVATOIRE OF MUSIC

OCTOBER 11th NINA SIMONE LEGACY with JOSETTE BUSHELL-MINGO OBE MILTON COURT, BARBICAN CENTRE, LONDON

OCTOBER 12th JULIAN SIEGEL & THE SPIN BAND (feat LIAM DUNACHIE) THE SPIN, OXFORD

OCTOBER 15th GARETH LOCKRANE BIG BAND 606 CLUB CHELSEA 1.30 to 4pm

OCTOBER 22nd TRISTAN BANKS BAND Peggys Skylight Nottingham

OCTOBER 23rd JULIAN SIEGEL with SIMON PURCELL TRIO Jazz at the Fox N13

NOVEMBER 2nd TINDERSTICKS/ CLAIRE DENIS AUDITORIUM DE LYON, FRANCE

NOVEMBER 5th TINDERSTICKS/CLAIRE DENIS PHILHARMONIE DE PARIS, FRANCE

NOVEMBER 10th LAUREN KINSELLA TRIO WITH LIAM NOBLE AND JULIAN SIEGEL KILDARE JAZZ FESTIVAL

NOVEMBER 11th LAUREN KINSELLA TRIO WITH LIAM NOBLE AND JULIAN SIEGEL TOWN HALL STUDIO, GALWAY 1pm

NOVEMBER 12th LAUREN KINSELLA TRIO WITH LIAM NOBLE AND JULIAN SIEGEL SUNDAYS AT NOON, HUGH LANE GALLERY, DUBLIN

NOVEMBER 17th LONDON JAZZ FESTIVAL - JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET VORTEX JAZZ CLUB, LONDON

NOVEMBER 19th LONDON JAZZ FESTIVAL - NIKKI ILES FEATURING THE NDR BIGBAND CADOGAN HALL, LONDON

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Blue Sun, 5 Things to Do in County Mayo, Ireland

The itinerary for my Celtic Invasion of Westport, Ireland is now online. Find out what my Firefly song, “Blue Sun”, has to do with Monopoly and Walmart. Get an Atlanta Food Recommendation. Then go out to eat with your own Celtery.

This is Sci Fi Pub Songs & Stories #264.

0:20 - Kilted Kings “Blue Sun” from Flower of Scotland

WELCOME TO SCI FI PUB SONGS & STORIES

I am Marc Gunn. This is the audio edition of my newsletter as well as the liner notes for the songs I record. You can follow this show at PubSong.net or send an email to pubsong@celtfather to sign up and get the MP3s for my songs featured in this episode.

3:10 - WHAT’S NEW: A NEW SHOW NAME

One of my weaknesses is sometimes I have to try something before I can see how effective it is. The past two episodes were called Atlanta Pub Songs & Stories because I wanted and still want to highlight things around Atlanta, where I currently live. The problem is I wasn’t sure what to do. Yes. I have a food recommendation coming up. But when I put myself in the shoes of potential listeners, like you, I just don’t see the Atlanta part as being useful for reaching an audience. More than likely, you’re interested in Sci Fi, fantasy, Celtic music and culture, or pop culture because that is what I do. Atlanta is not as essential to the music story even though most of my shows are located in this city.

And so, I’m pleased to introduce Sci Fi Pub Songs & Stories.

5:15 - UPCOMING SHOWS

FEB 9: Drinking Songs Concert on Bandcamp @ 7 PM ET

FEB 11: Pontoon Brewing, Sandy Springs, GA @ 12-3 PM

JUN 3-10: Celtic Invasion Vacations, County Mayo, Ireland

6:25 - CELTIC INVASION OF WESTPORT, IRELAND

This June, I’m bringing a small group of people to Westport, Ireland. I’d like you to join me.

Westport is part of the Wild Atlantic Way. That’s a spectacular, scenic route from Irishowen in County Donegal all the way down the west coast of Ireland to Kinsale in County Cork. It’s broken up into 14 stages, two of which are in the area we are staying, Achill Island and Clew Bay, and Westport to Clifden.

5 Things You Should Do in County Mayo, Ireland

Go to Matt Malloy’s Pub in Westport.

Visit Westport House and take a train around town to get to know the history behind the Irish of County Mayo

Hike up Croagh Patrick, This pilgrimage area has a story that St. Patrick himself scaled this mountain and fasted atop it for 40 days way back in 441 AD. It’s definitely a revered site in this area of the country, and can make for a great stop on any trip to the region.

Take a boat out to Clare Island to visit O’Malley Castle, one of the castles owned by the Pirate Queen, Grace O’Malley.

Take pictures all along the Wild Atlantic Way.

I completed the itinerary for the trip and already I think I scheduled way too much. There are so many fine castles, cliffs, and amazing things to see, not to mention the time I hope to spend in Matt Malloy’s listening to music. It’s gonna be an incredible trip.

I still have space for just two more people. If you’d like to join me in Ireland, hear me perform live in your living room, you won’t be sorry. It’s gonna be spectacular.

Check out the itinerary for the Celtic Invasion Vacations of Ireland 2023 and drop me an email to let me know that you want to go!

10:35 - Marc Gunn & Jamie Haeuser “Gypsy Rover” from How America Saved Irish Music

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14:35 - STAND AGAINST BLUE SUN CORPORATION AND GET LOCAL

I loved Monopoly as a kid. I taught Kenzie it. After just two games, I was kinda done. The game drags on just way too long. Unfortunately, Kenzie is not done with it. She loves it and makes us play as often as we will let her.

So I finally figured out how to endure the game. It’s a quick win or lose strategy. If you’re lucky enough to buy all the property as soon as possible, then demolish and win. If you’re not, do your best to lose and get out of the game as soon as possible.

Kind of sad. But that’s what a monopoly is. If you learned about early 20th century monopolies, it wasn’t much better. In fact, the woman who created the game was trying to teach people the evils of monopolies. Yet, we haven’t learned.

The government allowed Live Nation to create a monopoly of concert venues. Ticket sales for Taylor Swift’s summer tour busted their online system. Well, actually, it was already busted thanks to bootleggers.

Monopolies are one of the reasons I finished “Blue Sun”. But the song actually goes back before that, all the way back to the writing of “Monahan’s Mudder’s Milk”. That’s when I wrote the chorus.

Blue Sun. Blue Sun Another corporation with their hand on the gun Blue Sun. Blue Sun. Free yourself to run from Blue Sun.

Blue Sun is the corporation in the TV show Firefly with a seemingly nefarious background. You see their imagery on Jayne’s shirt, on the docks of Persephone, and other places.

The blue color makes me think of the Two by Two, Hands of Blue from the episode Ariel. I can’t help but wonder if a connection is there. It feels to me like Blue Sun is a monopoly that largely is in control or at least has a big blue hand in their Alliance government.

And because they have a monopoly, they can do what they want. They can also destroy what they want all in the name of profit for their investors.

I did my best to come up with what a bully corporation would do. That's what the first two verses are all about. It’s about subjugating the people they are supposed to “serve”.

They terraformed the lands of many fine worlds Then bloodied our hands with our boys and our girls They offered us cans of food that curdled And piled on chains by the ton.

You see their emblem emblazoned on crates On walls, on wombs, even on your dates You may fall victim to their seductive gaze So raise up your hands to shun

Now we come to the final idea that motivated writing this song. My family is from a small town in East Texas. It was never a super vibrant town. As a kid, it looked like they stopped growing as a community in prolly the 40s or 50s. But they did have a downtown area.

That downtown area disappeared when Walmart moved in. Walmart’s strategy was to build a big store on the edge of town. It offered low, low prices, on everything. We were all thrilled. That’s where I first experienced the store. I loved it.

Before long, the downtown of our local community was closed down.

You’ve prolly heard the term “Buy Local”. It took a while for me to understand that idea.

The fact is that we need to support our local community if we want to see it thrive and grow.

Much like “Monahan’s”, this song turns into a Woody Guthrie style protest song against corporations.

Their manacles we'll cast off our tired wrists. Their suits we'll pummel with our bloodied fists Cut through the red tape and expunge the vile cyst That cripples our will to run

So raise up your voice and shout to the firm Let those who control know what it feels like to squirm Their products we won't buy, but oh they shall burn For this is their will undone

I love the imagery in these verses. It is very down-to-earth. And fierce. Complete with burning their products in protest.

I made two recordings of this song. The Kilted Kings version features Randy Wothke on percussion. The As Long As I’m Flyin’ version has

Lyrics and music Marc Gunn Marc Gunn: autoharp, vocals Daniel Briggs: bass, mandolin, octave mandolin, vocals LT Panzarella: dumbek

So I wrote, this song, not just as  a stance against corporations but also as a stance FOR small businesses, local organizations and companies and individuals and bands

24:25 - Marc Gunn “Blue Sun” from As Long As I’m Flyin’

26:50 - THANK YOU GUNN RUNNERS!

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28:01 - ATLANTA THAI FOOD RECOMMENDATION

My wife and friends tried going to a Trivia night with friends last Sunday. The one that looked most promising was in Sandy Springs. So we drove 30 minutes over there only to find the place was very smoky. Something I’m not big on.

Happily, we were close to Pontoon Brewing Company. We stopped and had a drink while we picked a place to have dinner.

We were all tired from the day. One of the closest places that sounded interesting was a Thai food restaurant. We drove over to Sweet Chili Thai Cuisine.

I love Thai but never have I loved it as much as I loved it here. There were four of us. We had four appetizers, three meals and two desserts. Every, single, dish, was, AMAZING!

The coconut soup was so creamy and delicious. They recommended Curry Puffs and WOW! The Basil Rolls were so fresh. The Nom Sod was delicious. Drunken Noodles, Spicy Green Beans, and Chef’s Catfish special. Omg!

They apparently just opened six months ago. So now is the time to go. Because this food was incredible. Oh! And the price was very reasonable for Thai food.

Go check out Sweet Chili Thai Cuisine.

31:26 - Marc Gunn “Botany Bay” from Going for Brogue

34:36 - ARE YOU CARRYING YOUR OWN CELTLERY?

You heard that right—Celtlery.

I’m looking for more eco-friendly merch that I can create and sell at shows. I finally packaged up one such item-Travel Celtlery.

How many times do you go to a lower-end restaurant where they give you a small plastic bag filled with plastic cutlery and a napkin that smells like pepper. You know what I’m talking about.

I find this so frustrating because no matter how many times I order out and I tell them no silverware is needed, they bring it.

What do we do with that stuff. You open it up. The plastic bag is not easily recycled. The plasticware usually goes straight into the trash.

One of the things I’m trying to teach myself to do is to bring my own cup and cutlery so I don’t have to use more plastic than I have to.

That’s why I’m trying out selling Travel Celtlery. This is a small bag to hold bambooware that you can take with you so you too don’t have to add to the plastic problem that is destroying our planet.

Right now, I have a small handful of Celtlery Bags in my store. What do you think of the idea? Want your own?

Shop for Celtlery now!

Oh! Shortly after writing this, I found a downloadable guide from Beyond Plastics about how to reduce plastic use at restaurants.

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38:08 - Marc Gunn with Mikey Mason “Tough Times” from Selcouth

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42:05 - CREDITS

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