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13 Dec 2006 13:31 - zorro
Windpower installation March 07

 

 

 

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Tuesday 13th March '07

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18 Nov 2008 18:09 - snipe

Windpower Update November 08

 

So its now November and our turbine has survived some heavy winds [ ... ]

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06 Nov 2009 17:08 - zorro
Windpower november 09

So the turbine has been working well now for over a year and a half, Fitting the smaller blades has really [ ... ]

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04 Dec 2009 12:24 - jimnoctor
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NOVEMBER 09

We have been living and working off grid for three years now, with electricity solely from [ ... ]

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10 Mar 2011 11:10 - judy
Diary of a week 2007... 4 years later

10th March 2011

 

Four years have flown by, we have become one with the earth and energy here. [ ... ]

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01 Mar 2012 19:07 - jimnoctor
Rebuilding Charlie

Rebuilding Charlie

Charlie has been providing our power here for the past 5 years , has weathered many [ ... ]

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Wednesday Evenings Cloontia

Lonely as dusk
Cars graze idle
all along the lane
making you brake to see
what the craic is

The lights are on in Noctors
and as you push the door open
it's swollen with bodies,
voices,glasses,"How you doings ?"
wading through to the bar,
"A couple of glasses Mary, please"
Conspiratorily she swaps me a smile,
saying softly "There's some music
and some dancin on in a while"

More folk pour inside
as if determined to surface
in The Guinness Book ofRecords
even the fire can't compete with
this body heat as the jars
slide down, Jimmy starts up
on the squeezebox, kneading life
into it's lungs, it revives and
flies through his fingers.
Dave bowls in with his bodhran,
giving an answer back

 

The crowd parts, Red Sea like,
to clear a space,
"Room please!"
for the dancers,
who suddenly reveal themselves.
Fast as castanets they heel and toe
across the floor and your man spins
a woman around by her arm,
Neither of them young things
but now they're 17 again,
being who they once were.

We're all clapping
in rhythm with their time,
urging them on, urging them on,
her cheeks flaming, sweat bursting his brow,
as breathlessly, they spiral
to some secret
other place

Later we walk out
into the cool long night
leaving the music behind
In the porter drenched sky
stars are scattered like salmon shoals

The silence drowns us.

 

 

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