Travel Ireland slowly and softly with a smile
DISEMBARKING from a remarkably comfortable ferry at Rosslare, our feet met Irish soil for the first time.
That night we stayed in County Wexford in a gracious old hotel, which overlooked five counties.
Next day we motored through this softly green country, through Waterford, renowned for its crystal; Blarney with its stone; and across the Derrynasaggart Mountains in to Kerry's charming villages and scenery.
A silvery misty morn found us "jaunting" through Killarney National Park in "Jarvie" or "Jaunty" car. As we trotted beside the picturesque lakeside, our young driver enchanted us with his repertoire. In his soft brogue, we learned that the large tree was a Beech and the little one beside it was "a son of a Beech".
The Irish golfer always wore two pair of socks in case he got a "hole in one" and about the five wee leprechauns, he took for a jaunt.
The good horse stopped suddenly and one wee chap fell off. As our driver helped him up, there on his back was a label "made in Taiwan".
Our teller of tales then asked us if we intended visiting the landmark Muckross House.
"Well, I'll tell you", he said, "The Duchess of Muckross died at the ripe old age of 141 years - she fell out of a cherry tree!".
Leaving Kerry, we visited the quaint thatched village of Adare thence to Limerick visiting King John's Castle; St Mary's Cathedral and Treaty Stone and into Tipperary and St Patrick's Rock of Cashel.
At the Commodity Exchange we learnt, the money was placed on a metal pillar shaped like a nail, hence the expression, "cash on the nail".
On through Kildare, we passed the Curragh Racecourse and the stud farms where it is said the thoroughbreds often enjoy better conditions than their carers.
Dublin's Fair City was next, where quaint names abound.
There is the "Sniffy Liffey" (only at low tide) and Molly Malone is the "Tart with the Cart". Another famous statue of a woman in a bath is nicknamed "The Floozy in the Jacuzzi" and the revered name of O'Connell is a constant.
Dublin is a lovely, large, solid-looking city so full of statues that I figured it would be the place to expire and you may end up cast in concrete on a street corner.
Trinity College, The Book of Kells, The President's residence, the seaside by DART (rail) and an Irish cabaret climaxed this wonderful trip.
Southern Ireland is a land to be remembered and softly, with a smile.