Lynne arrived this morning and, as per usual, we gave her no rest.
Sheila had her volunteering gig (I've been encouraging her to blog about this forever and hopefully she will because the stories are priceless, but she plays scrabble with a 94 year old man named Harry at a local "day center") and we headed out to explore the Dublin Bay after dropping her off.
Lynne and I headed for a little drive on the coast stopping at the Coliemore Harbor in Dalkey overlooking Dalkey Island (Deilginis meaning "thorny island"). The island is uninhabited and is about 16 km (10 mi) south of Dublin.
I'm having trouble uploading pictures right now, but this little tip of the Dublin Bay is gorgeous.
The island itself is quite historical.
Archeological evidence from the island shows that the original occupants were from the Mesolithic era and humans continued to use the site through the Iron Age and Early Christian period.
There are ruins of a Viking base and a church dating from the 7th century, named after St. Begnet.
A Martello Tower was erected in the early 1800s (and others dot the entire Dublin Bay) by the British as an early warning defensive device against the one time threat of invasion during the Napoleonic Wars.
The "muglins" are a series of smaller islands around Dalkey Island and are figured prominently in the book At Swim Two Boys.
Lynne and I took advantage of the free telescope that allowed us to see the colony of seals sunning themselves on the rocks as well as the colony of Roseate Terns on Maiden Rock just north of the main island.
It was just gorgeous.
We also saw the Queen Mary II in the Dun Laoghaire port!
Here's a better picture from the Irish Times!
And then, it started pouring buckets and buckets of water. I had intended to show her the Killiney Hill, the Forty Foot and the James Joyce Martello Tower.
Instead we headed back to Glasthule and met up with Sheila for lunch at the Purty Kitchen (my new favorite pub/not pub).
Sheila and I picked up Johnny from school and a woman overheard us planning for the weekend. We are hoping to have a picnic at Powerscourt Waterfall and we referenced something about waiting to see if the weather will be good. It was awful today -- on and off buckets coming down from the sky. The woman said "you'll be waitin'!"
True.
Sheila had her volunteering gig (I've been encouraging her to blog about this forever and hopefully she will because the stories are priceless, but she plays scrabble with a 94 year old man named Harry at a local "day center") and we headed out to explore the Dublin Bay after dropping her off.
Lynne and I headed for a little drive on the coast stopping at the Coliemore Harbor in Dalkey overlooking Dalkey Island (Deilginis meaning "thorny island"). The island is uninhabited and is about 16 km (10 mi) south of Dublin.
I'm having trouble uploading pictures right now, but this little tip of the Dublin Bay is gorgeous.
The island itself is quite historical.
Archeological evidence from the island shows that the original occupants were from the Mesolithic era and humans continued to use the site through the Iron Age and Early Christian period.
There are ruins of a Viking base and a church dating from the 7th century, named after St. Begnet.
A Martello Tower was erected in the early 1800s (and others dot the entire Dublin Bay) by the British as an early warning defensive device against the one time threat of invasion during the Napoleonic Wars.
The "muglins" are a series of smaller islands around Dalkey Island and are figured prominently in the book At Swim Two Boys.
Lynne and I took advantage of the free telescope that allowed us to see the colony of seals sunning themselves on the rocks as well as the colony of Roseate Terns on Maiden Rock just north of the main island.
It was just gorgeous.
We also saw the Queen Mary II in the Dun Laoghaire port!
Check out the relative sizes of this boat and the Titanic!!
Here's a better picture from the Irish Times!
And then, it started pouring buckets and buckets of water. I had intended to show her the Killiney Hill, the Forty Foot and the James Joyce Martello Tower.
Instead we headed back to Glasthule and met up with Sheila for lunch at the Purty Kitchen (my new favorite pub/not pub).
Sheila and I picked up Johnny from school and a woman overheard us planning for the weekend. We are hoping to have a picnic at Powerscourt Waterfall and we referenced something about waiting to see if the weather will be good. It was awful today -- on and off buckets coming down from the sky. The woman said "you'll be waitin'!"
True.
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