In a few days (as of this writing) I’ll be leaving my lovely home in Portugal and making my way to the wilds of northern England, not-so-coincidentally along the border…
Day Fifteen: Mad Max 4 – the Burren
Our fifteenth day is defined in three ways, listed in no particular order: our visit to a 1,000 year old abbey, our completely serendipitous stop at a sheepdog demonstration, and…
Day Fourteen: Long Day’s Journey Into Doolin
I have joked about the roads in Ireland, and I have ranted about the roads in Ireland. This was a day when I had to respect the roads in Ireland,…
Day Thirteen: Our Own Private Irishman
We had a second full day on the Dingle peninsula. I won’t lie, having done the Slea Head Drive the day before I sort of felt like we had taken…
Day Twelve, Part Two: Dingle on Our Own
We knew that there were bee hive huts along the Slea Head Drive and that we should be on the look out for them as we drove. The first sign…
Day Twelve, Part One: Dingle on Our Own
As I said yesterday, we left Kinsale in fairly short order and with a twinge of regret. Nevertheless – onward! Our destination is the very popular Dingle peninsula, home to…
Day Eleven, Part Two: Regrets, I’ve Had a Few
I am not a religious person. (Hi, mom. Now you know.) I think people who are certain that there’s “nothing else” out there are arrogant in the extreme; nevertheless, I’ve…
Day Eleven, Part One: Regrets, I’ve Had a Few
Don’t let the title fool you, it was a good day; we just wish we had stretched it out. You’ll see. We made a slow start thanks to a misplaced…
Day Ten: Definitely Not at Rest in Ireland
As I said yesterday, we were up early this day to… … what? That’s right, yesterday. You want to fight about it, or do you want to read about our…
Day Nine: At Rest in Edinburgh
Having spent a quiet night recuperating, watching tv, and generally existing in a “powered down” state, we were ready to tear through the sites of Edinburgh, right? Right. Wait. I’m…
