• Complain

Newby - Round Ireland in low gear

Here you can read online Newby - Round Ireland in low gear full text of the book (entire story) in english for free. Download pdf and epub, get meaning, cover and reviews about this ebook. City: London, Ireland, Irska, Ireland, year: 2011, publisher: HarperCollins Publishers;HarperPress, genre: Non-fiction. Description of the work, (preface) as well as reviews are available. Best literature library LitArk.com created for fans of good reading and offers a wide selection of genres:

Romance novel Science fiction Adventure Detective Science History Home and family Prose Art Politics Computer Non-fiction Religion Business Children Humor

Choose a favorite category and find really read worthwhile books. Enjoy immersion in the world of imagination, feel the emotions of the characters or learn something new for yourself, make an fascinating discovery.

Newby Round Ireland in low gear
  • Book:
    Round Ireland in low gear
  • Author:
  • Publisher:
    HarperCollins Publishers;HarperPress
  • Genre:
  • Year:
    2011
  • City:
    London, Ireland, Irska, Ireland
  • Rating:
    4 / 5
  • Favourites:
    Add to favourites
  • Your mark:
    • 80
    • 1
    • 2
    • 3
    • 4
    • 5

Round Ireland in low gear: summary, description and annotation

We offer to read an annotation, description, summary or preface (depends on what the author of the book "Round Ireland in low gear" wrote himself). If you haven't found the necessary information about the book — write in the comments, we will try to find it.

Youve had some pretty crazy ideas in your life, Newby, but this is the craziest. Grandmother Wanda Newby was exasperated after continuous rain, snow, and gales that knocked from her bike. Twice. To avoid other tourists, Eric Newby had decided that the depths of winter would be the very best time to explore Ireland by mountain bike. More astonishing still, he managed to persuade Wanda, his long-suffering wife and life-long co-traveller, to accompany him - mainly, she admitted, to keep him out of trouble. Lashed by winter storms, fuelled by Guinness and warmed by thermal underwear, their panniers laden with antique books on Ireland, the elderly adventurers cycle the highways and byways, encountering hospitable locals, swaying saints and ferocious dogs. From the shores of Donegal to the holy mountains, Newby guides the reader on a tale of mishap and magic, all in his own peculiar style of humour and charm, relishing his never-ending curiosity of the world and his insatiable...

Newby: author's other books


Who wrote Round Ireland in low gear? Find out the surname, the name of the author of the book and a list of all author's works by series.

Round Ireland in low gear — read online for free the complete book (whole text) full work

Below is the text of the book, divided by pages. System saving the place of the last page read, allows you to conveniently read the book "Round Ireland in low gear" online for free, without having to search again every time where you left off. Put a bookmark, and you can go to the page where you finished reading at any time.

Light

Font size:

Reset

Interval:

Bookmark:

Make

ERIC NEWBY was born in London in 1919 and was educated at St Pauls School In - photo 1

ERIC NEWBY was born in London in 1919 and was educated at St Pauls School. In 1938, he joined the four-masted Finnish barque Moshulu as an apprentice and sailed in the last Grain Race from Australia to Europe, by way of Cape Horn. During World War II, he served in the Black Watch and the Special Boat Section. In 1942, he was captured and remained a prisoner-of-war until 1945. He subsequently married the girl who helped him escape, and for the next fifty years, his wife Wanda was at his side on many adventures. After the war, his world expanded still further into the fashion business and book publishing. Whatever else he was doing, Newby always travelled on a grand scale, either under his own steam or as the Travel Editor for the Observer. He was made a CBE in 1994 and was awarded the Lifetime Achievement Award of the British Guild of Travel Writers in 2001. Eric Newby died in 2006.

From the reviews of Round Ireland in Low Gear:

A delightful book and one, surely, without risk of imitation

Sunday Times

Newby writes and travels with a sense of wonder

Scotsman

Hilarious Gaelic gallimaufry put together by that prince among travel writers, the literary conqueror of the Hindu Kush

Daily Telegraph

Funny, revealing and thoroughly enjoyable

Irish Independent

A relaxed and affectionate book

Irish Times

His eternal curiosity in common humanity, his love of obscure facts and random delving into byways of history, mean that he is always entertaining. He carries his readers with him, effortlessly sharing his own enthusiasm

Literary Review

The Last Grain Race

A Short Walk in the Hindu Kush

Something Wholesale

Slowly Down the Ganges

Grain Race: Pictures of Life Before the Mast in a Windjammer

Love and War in the Apennines

The Mitchell Beazley World Atlas of Exploration

Great Ascents: A Narrative History of Mountaineering

The Big Red Train Ride

A Travellers Life

On the Shores of the Mediterranean

A Book of Travellers Tales (ed.)

What the Traveller Saw

A Small Place in Italy

A Merry Dance Around the World: The Best of Eric Newby

Learning the Ropes: An Apprentice in the
Last of the Windjammers

Departures and Arrivals

For the Irish,

the Eighth Walking (and Talking)

Wonders of the World

I would like to take the opportunity to express my gratitude to Terry Sheehy, who many years ago first kindled my enthusiasm for travelling in Ireland and, by presenting me with Rambles in Eirinn by William Bulfin, first drew my attention to the charms of cycling round it. I am particularly indebted to John Lahiffe of Bord Failte (the Irish Tourist Board) in London for the tremendous patience he displayed in searching out the most difficult information; and also for their help to Tom Magennis in Dublin and the following members of the regional tourism organizations under the auspices of Bord Failte: Frank Donaldson in Cork; Michael Manning in Skibbereen and Joe Palmer in Sligo along with their staffs; and Vincent Tobin, Joe Vaughan and Mary Watson of Shannon Development. I am grateful, too, to the director and managers of Sealink UK who facilitated our various passages to and from Ireland, often at very short notice.

I would also like to express my thanks to Peter Yapp, editor of The Travellers Dictionary of Quotation, for providing such a rich selection of quotes on Ireland and the Irish; and to Ariane Goodman, Ron Clark and Vera Brice of Collins for their indefatigable assistance in bringing the book to fruition.

The roads are very variable some being grand others very bad Intercourse - photo 2

The roads are very variable, some being grand, others very bad. Intercourse with the peasantry will be found interesting and amusing. Nothing can exceed their civility and courtesy; and for those who are not too particular it will be found an excellent plan to lunch in their cottages, excellent tea, home-made bread, butter and eggs being procurable for 1s. [5p] a head.

The Cyclists Touring Club Irish Road Book, c. 1899

In the autumn of 1985, more or less on the spur of the moment, we decided to go back to Ireland and travel through as much of it as we could in the space of three months or so, starting in the South. The North could wait. If things improved there, so much the better. If they got worse we would simply not go there. We were not going to travel in the guise of sociologists, journalists or contemporary historians. I was unlikely to write a book called Whither Ireland? or Ireland Now. We were not going there, we hoped, to be shot at. We remembered it as it had been some twenty years previously, when it had been idiosyncratic and fun. (Romantic Ireland was long since dead and gone, as Yeats wrote, with OLeary in the grave that is, if it had ever existed.) We were going there, in short, to enjoy ourselves, an unfashionable aspiration in the 1980s.

It was now mid-November. All Souls Day was already past. The dead season, as far as weather went, was in full sway all over the northern hemisphere and would last until Easter, and probably longer. We had no illusions about the dead season. Anywhere in the British Isles and in most parts of the Mediterranean it conjured up vistas of matchstick figures bent double by the wind, silhouetted against a colourless sea without a vessel in sight to break the monotony; sun lounges in hotels and guest houses filled with rolled-up carpet, those still open soldiering on with a skeleton staff, their proprietors in the Canaries, those left in charge in their absence never quite sober.

But it will be better in Ireland, we said, putting our faith in the Gulf Stream, and in the Irish themselves with their humour, and trying to forget, while adding up their other virtues, their cooking, though even that was said to have improved.

The reason we chose to begin our journey in this dead season was simply that at home in Dorset in the not-so-dead seasons we are engaged in extensive gardening operations without any sort of outside help. We have a large kitchen garden in which we grow all our own vegetables; large expanses of grass to be cut, a lot of it in a steep-sided orchard which, no sooner than one turns ones back on it, becomes infested with moles whose excavations knock hell out of a mower; not to speak of a long, tapering field and quite an extensive beech wood to try and keep under control.

Having decided to explore as much of Ireland as we could between December and March and the rest of it when we could afford the time, we then had to decide what means of transportation to employ. My first impulse, one not shared by my wife Wanda, was to walk it; but what makes Ireland such a meal from the walkers point of view is its coastline, which is 3500 miles long, more than a thousand miles longer than that of England and Wales and exactly a thousand miles longer than that of Scotland, and a lot of it on the Atlantic coasts very indented. Peninsulas such as the Iveragh, the Beara, the Dingle and Mizen Head are between thirty and forty miles long. To skirt the perimeter of these four adjacent peninsulas would involve a journey of at least 255 miles the Ring of Kerry on the Iveragh Peninsula alone is over a hundred miles and at the end of it one would only be about sixty miles further on ones way. Similar vast detours would also have to be made, if one was serious about it, all the way up the West coast.

Next page
Light

Font size:

Reset

Interval:

Bookmark:

Make

Similar books «Round Ireland in low gear»

Look at similar books to Round Ireland in low gear. We have selected literature similar in name and meaning in the hope of providing readers with more options to find new, interesting, not yet read works.


Reviews about «Round Ireland in low gear»

Discussion, reviews of the book Round Ireland in low gear and just readers' own opinions. Leave your comments, write what you think about the work, its meaning or the main characters. Specify what exactly you liked and what you didn't like, and why you think so.