Winter Sport Museum, Mürzzuschlag This poor gull in Dun Laoghaire harbour looked a little bewildered. No wonder! When I looked closer I could see the reason for his confusion… I was a little confused myself during our last few days in Ireland when we took a trip up to the Wicklow Mountains. I have never seen snow up there before. The Wicklow Gap was as white as you’d expect Austria to be. And on our return to Austria a few…
Poolbeg Lighthouse, Dublin Port For all the times I’ve been in Dublin, I’ve never felt quite at home as I did when we went to Dublin Port. There’s just nothing quite like it. The ships docked along the harbour wall, the tugs puttering along the estuary, the trucks lining up to load and unload, the cranes shifting containers back and forth… Her Ladyship was as happy as I was, watching all the goings on. I sometimes wonder if she has…
Carlingford and Drogheda, County Louth The Oldies, God love them, try to convince themselves that they are still young and crispy, but I know better. I’ve seen the signs. My beady little bird’s eye has spotted the elasticated waistbands slowly creeping in. The occasional afternoon naps. The spare pairs of reading glasses stashed in every room, bag and pocket. The sudden interest in felt slippers and sensible shoes. And now, the latest step on the slippery slope to full-blown Oldie-hood…
Dalkey and Killiney Coast, County Dublin In between our jaunts down the country, I’ve been thoroughly enjoying pottering around the Dun Laoghaire area. The Oldies love to stroll out to the pretty village of Dalkey, with its seven castles, ancient churches, dinky little cottages, quaint shops and, of course, cosy pubs. For me though, the highlight of Dalkey is its harbours. Poor old Bulloch Harbour took a battering in recent storms, but it is still one of my favourite places…
Coast Road from Kinsale to Tramore You can’t beat Irish hospitality. The décor may not be the most up to date here, but everything you need in bathroom is provided: soap, towels and … a rubber duck! I know there are a lot of crows in Ireland, but I never saw so many as I did when we were driving along the road from Timoleague towards the Old Head of Kinsale. Hundreds upon hundreds of them, gathering on the telegraph wires…