Category: Ireland
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At the end of a long workday for her, Margaret (bless her heart in the sweetest meaning of this Southern phrase) drove me up the Wild Atlantic Way to Malin Beg, where I chose NOT to descend the 170+ steps down to that beach, and stopped along the way to let me take photos. The…
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I headed to Glen Head Bay beach across the street from the Glencolmcille Folk Village, took in the view, removed my hiking boots and slipped on my flip flops, descended the stairs, and enjoyed the cool cool waters of the tidal pools at low tide. Children and adults were crossing to the furthest sand bar…
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After breakfast at Kelly’s Corner, I shouldered my daypack, put on my sunscreen, and headed downhill to Glencolmcille Folk Village, where I met fellow tapestry weaver and new friend Margaret Rose Cunningham, who manages it. What a well done museum complex! There were reproductions of typical cottages from 1700, 1850, and 1900, as well as…
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First, a quick summary of Thursday, May 25. We drove back to Exeter, dealt with the car damage, took the bus to the train station, and given the tragedy that had just happened in Manchester, I did not want to go back into London. We got off the train in Reading, took a bus to…
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Sandy and I celebrated our 30th wedding anniversary by going to England, with a stopover in Dublin for one night on the way there and one night on the way back. When we got a good deal on airfare from Hopper, it included a 7 hour layover at Dublin Airport, which was of course was…
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“Dingle Cliff Walk,” tapestry. Cotton, linen, and silk; 6 x 8.75 inches. Tweaked the finishing touches today. It was designed from a photo taken on the cliff trail in front of Gorman’s Clifftop House on the Dingle Peninsula, Ireland. The mountains in the background are called the Three Sisters. It is a bit wop-sided. I’m…
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Start reading my Ireland travelogue by clicking on this link and there is (or will be) a link to the next post at the end of each post so that you can read it in order. There are also links at the top of each post.
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After we left the Giant’s Causeway, I took over driving because the roads were wide and easy at this point. Sandy tried to take a nap, but what I assumed was a bypass of Belfast took me through Belfast at rush hour. He got a little taste of what it was like to be a…
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After a short ferry ride across Lough Foyle, we were in the United Kingdom. The currency was now pound sterling and the speed limits and distances were in miles. The feel of the country was different. The houses tended to be larger, the fields tended to be fenced instead of walled. And yet the sheep…
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On Monday morning, I awoke early with what I at first thought was a hangover. It wasn’t that we had drank that much on any one day or night, but over the course of the week I had drank more than usual so I thought maybe my body was catching up and punishing me. It…
slowly she turned 