Coming Soon: Castles, Sheep, Music, and Moss

Irish knight, with pike and World War II helmet. Chick in a yellow sweater.

Please don't ask why.

Because I'm going to tell you all about it starting on Monday.

Assuming we can get the pictures off of the clever universal location Sir Knight has wrangled for all of our computers to access.

Which I can't access.

And assuming I can get set up on YouTube so the videos I took can be hosted and placed in the posts.

Assuming you can watch them without getting nauseated. Please keep your hands and feet in the ride at all times, and your seatbelt securely fastened. Rather than insecurely fastened. We can't have insecure seatbelts. Not in this economy. Who can afford the therapy?

And assuming I get over jetlag and can string a few words together in coherent sentences.

Which is doubtful. I can't do that on the best of days.

But if all this works out, I'll start detailing the trip and posting pictures and video on Monday. And hopefully it will be wonderfully interesting for everyone.

What's not to love about a place that plays music, tells jokes, is filled with castle ruins, and eats bacon the size of Kentucky?

Yeah. Monday. Sir Knight Dude and I will see you here.

But – Just to wet yer whistle:

Cliffs of Moher – Doolin

Christchurch Cathedral – Dublin

Butler House – Kilkenny

You feeling your Irish yet?

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My greatest pleasure in life has been raising my four excellent children--some of whom liked me so much that they keep coming back. My second greatest pleasure has been doing whatever I can to make people laugh and create bright moments. I hope to do a bit more good in the world before I go the way of it. And if not, I'd better at least get to spend some serious time writing and singing in a castle somewhere in the UK.

8 Comments

  1. Oh, my freaking beautiful shots and yeah, Ireland is nice too 🙂 Your hair looks so chic (the last pic is my fave) Its Kilenny and you 🙂

  2. This place is, in fact, for real Maleah. I know. It was even more unreal in real life. If you know what I mean.

    Thanks Steph, ya awesome kid, ya.

    So, Maegan; I’ll be interested to see if there are similarities between Ireland and Wales, in terms of sheer magnitude of gorgeosity. I imagine Wales looks very similar . . .

  3. I see a lot of similarities between Portland and Ireland, something about all the different shades of green and the gray skies. BTW, where on those cliffs did you almost meet your demise? I’m so happy for ye

  4. Yeah. There are similarities between Ireland and any place that rains. It reminded me of Indiana, too. But Ireland has tower ruins in backyards every couple of miles, and more continuing green than I’ve seen anywhere, and amazing stone walls built from what was painstakingly cleared from fields in order to farm them. And major history and hardship. And it has the Irish. So . . . that’s where all similarity ends. It is it’s own place.

    As for my demise–if you look at the picture above you’ll see a little person in red way up the trail. That’s about where I lost my footing due to those dang midges in my face and almost slipped to my doom. There isn’t hard dirt under all that grass; it’s spongy, slippery turf. And you go right off. Funky stuff.

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