Roads…

When I think back of the places I’ve been to, I almost always see the roads, and always the same stretches.  When I dream of Seattle, where I lived for about six years, I always dream of two streets, one being the main street in Capitol Hill (Broadway) where Ileens Sports Bar, one of my favourite watering holes, still remains… and also a road that made no impression on me whatsoever when I was there, it was one of those non descript roads, why I constantly dream of that road is beyond me but I do…
When I am away from Ireland, I always think of the road from Innishannon to Kinsale, one patch in particular is the road with the bendy corners over looking the Bandon river, this has to be the most stunning stretch of road in the world.  I was once full up in a taxi coming out from Kinsale at 3am in the morning and the taxi in which I was travelling smashed into the wall – Not many people can take those corners successfully.  When I was about 7 years old, on this same stretch of road, a priest tried to pick me up.  I was walking along with one of my friends when he stopped at the side of the road and asked us if we wanted a lift, we both said no.  He persisted saying he had sweets in his car, we again refused and he drove off. 
Here are some photos I took of the roads in which I walked between Innishannon and Kinsale.