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Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Recap of trip - Part 1
Saturday, June 06, 2015
Roy the Sheepdog
I wish I could post the video I took of Roy yesterday. Given that it takes me 15-30 minutes even to get to where I can post an entry to this blog there's no way I could upload a video.
We drove about 1/2 hour to Joyce Country Sheepdogs. The roads narrow and countryside beautiful. Joe Joyce does sheep dog demonstrations and we attended the 11 am demonstration. Roy, a border collie, is 12 years old and is the "head dog". Watching him work at his age makes me feel guilty I take the elevator instead of the stairs. Joe has a number of working dogs including one black terrier that is used for going after the foxes. Foxes are a problem in the spring with all the newborn lambs. He also had 3 border collie pups. Of course, I fell in love with Tip. Tip is the youngest (3 months) and it was hilarious watching him with the other dogs and the sheep. Joe gave us the background on his dogs and the purity of Roy's line. Also interesting to know was he makes more money selling one of his pups (all over the world) than he makes on selling his sheep. He also said the sheep aren't raised for the wool but for the meat and the lamb must be 1 year or younger. Anything older is considered "mutton" and isn't worth as much. I would have thought that all the sheep we have seen were there for the wool but that isn't the case. The use of synthetic materials has reduced the cost and demand for wool. The government subsidizes the farmers for the sheep they raise. I really only understood about half of what he said, it was freezing cold and I was glued to the dogs...especially Tip, the puppy. Tim was very happy that Tip wasn't for sale.
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Irish sayings...
- A bag o'bocks an' a swimmer - Fish and chips
- Brekkie - Breakfast
- I'm so hungry...that me belly thinks me throat's been cut.
- Irish coffee: 'Only Irish coffee provides in a single glass all four essential food groups: alcohol, caffeine, sugar, and fat' per Alex Levine.
- Me throat's as dry as Ghandi's flip flops - Need a drink
- It's the first drop that destoys you; there's no harm at all in the last.
- A tall blonde in the black dress - pint of stout
- A hooley with an iron lung - a party at home after the pub has closed. Iron lung is a keg of beer
- Beef on the heel like a Mullingar heifer - A big woman
- Goin' around like a constipated greyhound - Out of sorts
- A face that would box a goat - An angry look
Yesterday we went to Cork which is Ireland's second largest city. Did pretty well in city traffic only got turned around a couple of times. Found a parking garage in the center of town and headed to The English Market. This is a much smaller version of Pike Place Market in Seattle. Hard to believe I didn't buy anything but I am using up what we have since we only have a few more days here. I wish we had something like this in Arizona. We also drove to Cobh (was called Queenstown when the Titantic sailed from there). Had lunch and visited the gift shop. Didn't do the paid tour, tho.
The top picture is of my new best friend who offered me an Irish coffee as soon as I walked in to their store. Betty is her name and the store is Macken of Ireland just outside of Killarney. She was absolutely delightful and that was the best 63.45 Euro Irish coffee I've ever had (bought 2 scarves)! Betty knows how to sell.
2 days until we head to Shannon Airport for home. Didn't we just arrive?
Slan go Foill
Thursday, May 28, 2015
Dingle
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Blue Skies and swans
Sunday, May 24, 2015
Connemara
We left Clifden and continued on to Moyard and Letterfrack. Don't you just love these names? How did they come up with Letterfrack? We stopped at Connemara National Park Visitor Center. Lots of cars, busses and campers. Their campers here are either Class B or Class B+. Their Visitor Center is a lesson on "boglands". Peat is cut from bogs and is still used as fuel. Google "bog" to get a definition. We continued on and stopped at Kylemore Abbey and Garden. This place was beautiful. And, there were lots of people and a gazillion busses. It cost 15 Euros each to tour the inside and we took a pass. Way too many people and we don't do lines. Got some great pictures of the outside and the grounds. From the Abbey we drove to Leenane (where many scenes from The Quiet Man were filmed) and then made our way back to Cong.
Yesterday we went to Ashford Castle which is down the road from where we are staying. It, too, has quite a history belonging once to the Guinness family. You can stay there (quite pricey) and has award winning restaurants (also pricey). We thought the Abbey was more photogenic.
We're winding down our stay in Cong and will be heading to the southwest on Tuesday. Hoping for less rain, some sunshine and better wifi.
Slan go Foill
Friday, May 22, 2015
Post about Roy
Slan go Foill
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Cong and lousy wifi
We made the 126 mile trek from Dunkineely to Cong without incident (which is a good thing). We had rain on and off plus that dreaded wind. I have finally reached the point in our trip I have had enough rain and especially...wind. We are staying at another cottage - Villa Pio - in Cong. We are located behind the owner's B & B. It is a lovely apartment that is a kitchen and living room combined with a separate bedroom with a king size bed and separate bathroom with a HUGH walk-in shower. The apartment is only 3 years old and has all the amenities except sharp knives, cutting board and a cookie sheet. I would imagine many people who stay here (or any self-catering rental) are not here for cooking. However, it's what I do and based upon eating out every meal for 27 days it would break the bank which is already strained with the cost of the car insurance. Tulips, roadies and lilacs are in bloom and they are beautiful. We are in another rural area about 2 miles from the entrance of Ashford Castle and 3 miles from Cong. Not able to post any pictures due to wifi which is a shame since I got some great pictures this morning after our visit to Cong. I'm hoping at some point I can post the picture of the road (?) to where we are staying. Someone will definitely be backing up.
Today the weather has been decent. Even the locals are depressed saying it's the worst in years. There is a dog here - Rocky - which looks to be a cross between a corgie and ??. He's skittish around Tim and won't come to me until Tim disappears. Another tidbit is we pay for electric. There's a contraption that you feed euros into. It's interesting to watch the meter when the hot water is turned on, toaster or any other electric guzzling appliance. You flip a switch for water - switching from "sink" to "bath". Another switch for the cooker...really sucks the power. And, the heat is also on a timer. Have to remember to flip switch off or be prepared to feed euros to the contraption.
Nuala (GPS) got us to Tesco (supermarket) in Ballinrobe and I thought I died and gone to heaven. I finally found yellow mustard and boxed wine. My needs are so simple. Tomorrow we are off to Joyce Country Sheepdogs which is a farm about 15 minutes from here and they hold demonstrations 3 times a day.
Slan go Foill
Monday, May 18, 2015
Slieve League FINALLY!!!
I can't say enough good things about the cottage or Willie and Jennifer. If you are considering a trip to this part of Ireland check them out on Trip Advisor...Wild Rose Cottage. Wild Rose Cottage is also on Facebook.
Tomorrow we are off to Cong for a week. (Think John Wayne, Maureen O'Hara in The Quiet Man.) We've had great WiFi for the last 10 days but if you don't see a post on this blog for awhile it may be we may have WiFi challenges in our new location.
Slan go Foill
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Slieve League or Bust
We took another shot at Slieve League a couple of days ago. Locals said we had to see the cliffs as they were breathtaking. So, this time we made the right turn in Carrick and followed the Slieve League signs with the road becoming more and more narrower the higher we went. We pulled into a car park to survey the situation since going on meant we would have to negotiate with workmen and a tractor on the road to the top. We chickened out since we hadn't a clue on what we would run into on the top of the hill and I was already blue from holding my breath. So, back down the road we went. I still can't fathom how a tour bus can manuever on some of these roads. We decided to take the road which said it was a viewpoint by the harbor. Not. Plus, half way down the lane we encountered a car heading our way. Wasn't much of a standoff since Tim already had the car in reverse looking for a spot to pull into. We never saw the cliffs. I'll have to buy a postcard.
Slan go Foill
Saturday, May 16, 2015
Jack and Ozzy
Friday, May 15, 2015
"O'Dochartaigh"
Killed by the oppressive British forces July 18th, 1608. It's interesting to note the last name was also spelled O'Doherty. The O'Dochartaigh, O'Dogherty, O'Doherty and Daugherty Keep is located in Buncrana. Tim finally has been able to get home to his people.
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
This, That and a Police Escort
Monday, May 11, 2015
Ireland Roads
The picture shown is a snapshot of where we are. Hard to see on my Kindle but we are staying about in the middle between Donegal and Killybegs.
Explanation of roads. The green lines (N15) Primary/National route. In other words, good, somewhat narrow, 2 lane roads. The red lines (National, secondary route) are more narrow two lane roads. The lighter yellowish roads are the ones you hold your breath on until you pass out. Well, at least I was holding my breath...Tim was driving like Mario Andretti.
Sunday, May 10, 2015
We are In Ireland...Dunkineely which is between Donegal and Killybegs on the western coast. We will be here for 10 days before we trek to our next location. We rented "self-catering" houses. The one we are in now is a 100 year old cottage. It was originally built as a farmer's cottage, has been extended over the years but still retains its original stone cut features and thick walls. The house is cozy, comfortable and I have WiFi! Between my Kindle, wireless keyboard and my phone I'm good to go and am able to blog about the trip. We are only minutes from the North Atlantic (at the moment it is blowing and raining) and we have all the technology to stay connected to home. We use WhatsApp to text and Viber for phone calls and yesterday I Skyped with my daughter.
We flew into Shannon, rented a car, got out my trusty GPS and drove to Galway (where the above picture was taken...Tim with his first Guinness). Before we left the airport parking lot we sat and watched traffic go by to make sure we got on the right side of the road. Tim has driven in Europe many, many times but it has been 11 years since we were last here. The drive to Galway was about 1-1/2 hours and we drove straight to the hotel parking lot without getting lost. Of course, it was funny listening to "Nuala" our GPS pronouncing the Irish names.
We spent two nights in Galway. We even managed to get to a pub to hear some traditional music. For those of you who know us...we took a nap so we could stay up for the music. Didn't really do any touristy stuff in Galway. We didn't want to take the car out and deal with all the traffic. We were in the center of town where all the shopping and pubs were within walking distance.
We left Galway and drove north to Sligo passing through a whole bunch of towns that I can't pronounce. Western Ireland, especially, speak "Irish" (Gaelic). The roads are narrow and some of the drivers here are idiots like they are at home. Everyone wants to go fast.
That's it for now. Slan go foill ("Slawn for fall" Goodbye for now) There should be a mark above the "a" and the "o" but I don't how to do that with this keyboard.
Saturday, September 13, 2014
This and that
Monday, September 08, 2014
Rain Barrels and Trinity Library
My rain barrels are not scheduled for delivery until tomorrow. After the rain. My timing in ordering them turned out to be lousy. One might think that a rain barrel in Phoenix is an oxymoron. Not this year. Oh well, I’ll be ready for next year.
Back to books or rather libraries. I loved my hometown library but the library at Trinity College in Dublin, Ireland is one not to miss if you find yourself in Dublin. We’ve been there twice and still don’t feel like I’ve seen it all. There is so much history on display to read not to mention The Book of Kells. I’ve included links at the bottom on both the library and The Book of Kells. The “Long Room” as it is known looks like something straight out of Harry Potter. The library was built between 1712-1732. Below is a picture taken in 2013 and the other one is a painting of how it looked in the 18th century. Where did all the books come from? What’s the oldest book? What secrets does the library hold?
Saturday, September 06, 2014
My Grandmother’s Autobiography
I found out all sort of things in reading her manuscript. My grandmother was the youngest of 17 children. Her mother’s sister had 18 children. Her education, according to her, was a hit and miss. Kids would make fun of her eye and she would refuse to go to school the next day. Her father only cared that she learn to write her name. “He asked the teachers not to make me study for he was afraid it would affect my good eye.”
Her father enlisted at the beginning of the Civil War and remained in the army until it was over. He use to ask her and her brother “which would you rather have money or food?" They would say money because they had all the food they wanted…they didn’t have any money. He told them how they (soldiers) had the money but didn’t have any food and nearly starved to death. Sometimes they had no shoes and had to walk in the snow and ice until their feet were cracked and bleeding. They left trails of blood in the snow.
Grandmother also wrote how she loved to hear her mother tell her life story. Her mother (my great-great grandmother) had died when she was six years old. Her father was a Circuit Rider and a Baptist minister who travelled the countryside preaching and helping where there was need. She went to live with uncle where she lived until she married. Her only brother died from wounds received in the Civil War – the Battle of Shiloh.
Maybe this is why I’ve starting posting again. Some day my grandchildren will read what I’ve written over the years and know a little more about who I was. Of course, they’re going to have to find the blog first! I wonder how long Blogger will be around?
Thursday, September 04, 2014
Books continued…
I’ve always turned to books for solace, comfort, advice and how to cook sauerbraten. Yes, sauerbraten. Smelled the house up so bad when it was done I threw it out. I just couldn’t eat it. I’ve collected so many cookbooks over the years I could start my own library. Each time we travelled whether in this country or overseas I always bought a cookbook that represented the area we were in. Some were in another language I couldn’t read but the pictures were great! I don’t remember actually cooking anything from them (except maybe the Irish one).
The oldest cookbook I have is dated 1881. “Just How – A Key To the Cook-Books” by Mrs. A.D.T. Whitney. Author of “Real Folks”, “We Girls”, “The Other Girls,” and “The Gayworthys”. Somehow I missed those books in the library. Part of her Preface reads: “There are in cookery, as in all things, three definite stages of doing; and, they are the stages of the children’s play-rhyme: “One to make ready ; Two to prepare ; Three to go slambang, And there you are!” I like the slambang part…I can relate to it.
She finishes her Preface with…”By the same progress, you have become, in like degree, a capable journeywoman at your trade” I wish you a very friendly good-by.”
I’m not sure about being a capable journeywoman…but I can slambang with the best of them. I wish you a friendly good-by.
Wednesday, September 03, 2014
Sears Catalog
I think the Sears Catalog was my first picture book. Do you remember the catalog? It was huge. Had to be 4+ inches thick and must have been 1000 pages. I didn’t grow up with a lot so when the catalog came I would lose myself in those pages of shoes, dresses, toys and furniture. I would ear mark the pages hoping my mother would get the hint. (She didn’t.)
Speaking of my mother she, too, loved books. I still have her 14 volume collection of the classics: Jane Eyre, Emerson Essays, Les Miserables, Best Know Works of Hawthorne, Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde. Not sure how old they are but she signed her name in them in 1944. Plus she also had Grapes of Wrath by Steinbeck, For Whom the Bell Tolls and a Farewell to Arms by Hemingway. And, of course, her favorite – Doctor Zhivago. Toward the end of her life she read romance novels. You know the kind…bare chested men with flowing hair named Fabio. I’d rather have a Sears Catalog.


































