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1. Buying me a coffee.

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What is the Galway COW?

Currently the main focus of this site is exploring various towns and cities in modern Ireland by capturing both the people and the landscape over the course of a one day visit. This series of posts start with the title: “One Day In ……”. These are under “One Day In” in the menu.

However, I also have a keen interest in running long distances and often blog about that too.

It’s difficult to post as often as I would like as each post takes a lot of time and effort. This blog is really just a labour of love at the moment. Perhaps someday it will be more, but for now I’m just enjoying the ride, and I hope you do too :).

Why a COW?

The COW originally stood for Community of Writers and was set up for the purpose of being a virtual platform for a group of local writers. The group disbanded and I wanted to do something different and decided to use this domain name as it was getting expensive to be buying domains every time I had a new idea.

My re-imagining for this site made sense when  I thought of the poem “Leisure” by William H. Davies. I basically wanted a platform where I would blog about just about anything I felt like blogging about. I tried my hand at a whole bunch of stuff, but the leaning now is towards an analysis of towns in Ireland by considering their history, how they are today, and the nature, and faces, of those that dwell within them.

Cows stare intently at whatever is in their immediate environment, and so does this blog, so it may sometimes seem a bit random, but I assure you it will always be interesting.

Leisure – William Henry Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.