Steady as she goes in the mart trade with none of the feared icebergs in sight yet

I’m not sure if it was thoughts of a lovely dinner, or of checking out the cattle trade, that had me travelling to Skibbereen mart on Friday.

Man, after all, doesn’t live on marts alone, and in fairness to the staff in the kitchen there, they can serve up a lovely dinner. It went down a treat. I cleaned my plate.

On the roads, Friday was an icy affair. So tackling onto a cattle box was done only by the very brave indeed.