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Crookhaven



Good evening,

Wow! I can hardly believe it but it's been a month since I blogged. How have you all survived?
In the meantime, I've used Twitter of course, but hey that's mere microblogging.
Anyway, I'll keep this brief. I'm posting a link below to some footage I filmed in the village of Crookhaven in West Cork. I visited there on the 15th of February last. It was a wet and dreary day and visibility was poor but I still found the place charming. It's in a very westerly part of West Cork - remote and mysterious. Although I've never been to Cornwall, Crookhaven reminded me of what I think Cornwall would be like; if that makes sense.
That's it. I'll shut up for now. Enjoy the footage:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8rlKbWffnE

With lashings of humility,

Brian

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