About 24 years ago, I was due to attend work meetings in Dublin. My wife, daughter and son came along for the ride, stayed the night before In sister-in-law's place in the Wicklow mountains. We opened the front door the folllowing morning to a solid wall of drifted snow, floor to head jamb. Ended up we were stuck there for over a week and even then the drive down was through a couple of feet of compacted snow and ice.
I don't know why exactly they had a canoe but they did and we spent hours dragging it up the adjacent hill and tobagonning back down. My son, slight as he was at 2 years old, was practically transparent and shivering almost convulsively but still fought with all his little might to be left outside to play in the snow.
I don't know why exactly they had a canoe but they did and we spent hours dragging it up the adjacent hill and tobagonning back down. My son, slight as he was at 2 years old, was practically transparent and shivering almost convulsively but still fought with all his little might to be left outside to play in the snow.
