Michael’s Bar, and Michael himself. County Kerry.
Tourism Ireland fed me a fine lunch yesterday; tender meat drenched in Jameson whiskey, with spinach and spuds. I don’t have to repay them by saying nice things about the Irish but, bejesus, somehow I just feel like doing so.
I’ve spent some miserable, cold, hungry days and nights in their country, and enjoyed every minute of them.
The luncheon event was a pleasant plug to Sydney travel agents and writers, promoting 2013 as the Irish Year of The Gathering. Continue reading
The ship went down 100 years ago this week, on April 15th, 1912.
I’ve had a Titanic few months. I’ve been to the ship’s last port of call before the iceberg, seen Titanic artefacts in Singapore, met a descendant of a crew member and in a couple of weeks Mevrouw T and I will stay in a cabin in the Jane Hotel, New York, where survivors were put up while waiting for the inquiry into the disaster.
Blarney Castle - place a kiss on the X, if you think it will help your storytelling.
Another week, another newspaper article sold and published, another story to release into cyberspace.
This is what I wrote about our adventures in Ireland, land of the story and the storytellers with the wonderful voices…
They're supposed to be 'drystone' walls, but when it rains, they get wet too.
The newspaper which has first publication rights on my articles has just published the piece I wrote about our lovely walk on the Dingle Way, in County Kerry, Ireland. That means I can now release the full story on this blog… Continue reading
Filed under Hiking, Ireland
Fortunately this is not our boat.
Kayaking at night seemed a strange activity. Wouldn’t it be pointless to paddle around beautiful surroundings in pitch darkness? ‘Oh no,’ the girl in the Skibbereen Visitors Centre assured me, ‘It’s wonderful! Out there on the water, under the stars. On a clear night.’ I glanced through the window to the street, where people were scuttling for cover as the leaden Irish sky unleashed another shower. Continue reading
The old school house can still teach visitors a thing or two.
There wasn’t much going on in the village of Dun Chaoin (Dunquin) perched on the end of the Dingle Peninsula in County Kerry, Ireland. Until 1970, when film director David Lean arrived to make Ryan’s Daughter. Continue reading
We tourists love to see boats, and the older and rustier they are, the better we like them.
I first visited Ireland in 1976. It was a poor country, and I didn’t see anything which looked at all like the town of Dingle looks now.
That may be a pity for visitors who come looking for an authentic Irish experience, but I bet it’s a relief to the people who live here that the worst of the poverty is behind them. Continue reading