Placid Paraglide

Friends, Dubliners, Men (& Women) from the Country,

I grabbed this footage recently 'way down in the County Kerry, in a place they call Rossbeigh'. Placid methinks is the word, okay. Please enjoy.

Here's the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmR39S5qkYA

With an overwhelming sense of humility,

Brian

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