The magical thing about being in London is the fact that so many destinations are a short and relatively inexpensive flight away. There is so much to see and do at your fingertips, a long weekend is an opportunity for infinite variety.
So, with this motto in mind, I went back to Ireland last weekend to enjoy St Patricks day and finish it off. Needless to say, it was a brilliant weekend.
We stayed in a fishing town called Kinsale, which is generally regarded as the gourmet capital of Ireland. Every meal over the course of 4 nights was absolutely sensational. The town itself was very picturesque and the Irish people themselves were, as usual, brilliant hosts. St Patricks night was a highlight. We spent the evening in a little pub called the Spaniard singing along to diddly diddly music which was playing in the corner. It was one of the best nights I've ever had.
In between, on what turned out to be a very busy weekend, we kissed the Blarney Stone and visited the remote Beara peninsula, which is famed for rugged countryside. You know, the sort of place that Ireland is famous for. The highlight of the Peninsula was right at the end, where a rickety old cable car (The cable car of death as Gerald described it) will take you across an extremely windy stretch of water to Dursey Island, population several hundred sheep.
As for the Blarney Stone, well, its supposed to give you the gift of the gab, but all I've got is a slight tingling sensation on my lips...
Ireland is a truly magical place, and I would repeat my earlier comments to all of you, if you are visiting, don't miss it. I think that its time to explore other parts of Europe now, perhaps Rome for Easter, that sort of thing. We'll see.
Ciao for now.
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What - no mention of the rugby on one of the most exciting weekends for the Six Nations, Sam? Can it be that you fear that your country of birth could be a contender for the World Cup in preference to your country of adoption? Not that I'm biased, you understand, with an Aussie grandson ..!
Just hope that the luck of the Irish is with you in the coming months.
Love, Anne
Diddly diddly dee
Hum de dum de dum
Gotta go for a pee
Scratch my bum
Sniff sniff
What's that on smell on my thumb?
Phew what a whiff!
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Maz
My dear Anne, were we watching different six nations? I seem to remember that the Irish lost it this year!
Obviously, Sam, as Ireland won the Triple Crown, though they did lose out on the Championship! However, as that was the weekend you were in Kinsale, you may be forgiven for not picking up on their win - obviously, the Guinness flowed freely that day ....
Ah yes, the triple crown, the prize that they give to the team who doesn't quite win. Congratulations Ireland!!!
Firstly Sam,
Kissing the Blarney stone, I hope you had your cousins word's in your mind about the locals pissing on it and you leant over.
Re the Rugby, stand proud, Ireland won something!
Catchya,
Juergen
Hey Juergs. Yes, I remembered those words fondly. A few things worked against it:
1. As far as I could tell, Blarney is a town populated entirely by Americans.
2. The stone is atop a massive castle which is surrounded by barbed wire fences to prevent people from not paying 8 euros (about $12-13) for the privilage of peeing on/kissing the stone.
3. Anyone who chose to pee on it would be taking their life into their hands. This isn't a stone in the middle of a field, one has to lie on ones back and lean backwards over a 25m metre drop to get to it.
4. We got there late in the day. All the diseases would have been picked up by earlier tourists.
Maz Said
It's Easter Wednesday night and still no write up of your Easter adventures and travels
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