Ireland - September 1998
We visited the famous Cliffs of Moher in County Clare on another rainy and very
windy day. The wind was so fierce and strong that people with hats had to keep one hand on
their hat while climbing up to the viewing platform, or they would have blown away. In fact, mothers were holding their children's hands very tightly, youngsters were hanging on to each other, and so were little old
ladies for fear they, too, would blow away. Oh, yes, there was also that misty rain while we were there.
John Ford, the movie director, was from Spiddal on the northern shore of Galway Bay and brought the movie, The Quiet Man (John Wayne and Maureen O'Sullivan), to these parts to be filmed. If you are planning to visit Ireland and have never seen The Quiet Man, you might rent it before you go. They are still talking about it in these parts.
Along the way, we learned that both Gaelic and English are the national languages; that there are three sheep for every person; that the average, three-bedroom house is $150,000.00; that gas is about $3.50 to $4.00 a gallon; that cigarettes are about $3.00 to $4.00 a pack; and that the highest taxes are on gas, cigarettes and alchohol. We also learned that Ireland and England are, in reality, the tops of mountains and that at one time they were part of Europe until the ice melted.
We lunched at the Visitor's Center at Kylemore Castle, now an Abby of the Irish Nuns of Ypres. The castle was originally designed as the home of one Mitchell Henry, a surgeon and financier in the mid-nineteenth century. It was erected in 1868. In 1874 Mrs. Henry died of a fever during a trip to Egypt. Her body was returned to be buried in the mausoleum. Dr. Henry died thirty-six years later in 1900 and is entombed there also. In all my travels, I have never seen a more beautiful and exquisite castle. And, of course, it is in Ireland.
We stopped at Connemara and listened to another lecture at the Connemara Marble Factory on (what else?) marble.
At Knock, we stopped at the Knock Shrine and Cathedral. In 1879 they are said to have experienced a miracle apparition of Our Lady, St. Joseph, and John the Baptist. The Cathedral is quite beautiful and very modern. As it was Sunday, we stayed an hour or so. Some went to church. My buddy and traveling companion, Kay, and I spent the time exploring the grounds and their lovely gardens.
Later on, down the road apiece in Sligo where William Butler Yeats was born, we spent a little time at the Drumbcliff Church. St Patrick, patron saint of Ireland, was associated with this church which has been rebuilt two or three times. Also it is here where St. Columba (Columba Colin Kell) is traditionally thought to have originated the Book of Kells, the first four books of the New Testament now housed in the Trinity College Museum in Dublin. There is much controversy regarding dates, but our tour guide gave us the date of 563 AD. Also, there is debate as to the actual location where it was begun, as St. Columba traveled all over Europe spreading the Christian message. I found it interesting to see what remains of the original abbey, fifteen hundred years old -- a thirty or forty foot structure that looks like a small silo.
I believe we all smiled when, later, we witnessed Irish "cowboys" herding cows down the highway in a red car with a couple "walkers" on both sides of the herd.
And then there were the rabbits. We were on our bus going into town for dinner, and people in the front of the bus were getting excited about something they saw in a field that we were approaching. "What are they?" they were exclaiming. Rabbits! Hundreds of rabbits in a field. Big rabbits. We were informed they were hares. But, there, in this enormous field of
many acres, were the largest group of rabbits, er, hares any of us had ever seen. There must have been a hare for every three or four square yards, as far as the eye could see, and most of
them near the road were sitting up watching our bus go by.
And a later quote, same source: "The Giant's Causeway is composed of a rock known as BASALT, which is an IGNEOUS ROCK, that is it forms by the cooling and hardening of molten material produced from deep in the earth at temperatures of around 1100 degrees C. Throughout the 18th century however natural scientists had been debating the origin of crystalline rocks such as basalt and two principal schools of thought had developed. The "NEPTUNISTS" led by Abraham Werver (1749-1817) regarded all such rocks as the result of
crystallization from sea water, while the "VULCANISTS", with Nichuha Desmarest (1725-18 15) as
the main spokesman, believed them to be the products of volcanic eruptions.."
Arriving at the outskirts of Belfast, we stopped in Carrickfergus for pictures of the Carrickfergus Castle, built in 1180 - 1190. We explored, took pictures and listened to a little history from our tour guide. After dinner in our hotel, we took a night tour of Belfast with a delightful local tour guide. She was very intelligent, interesting, informative and fun; and, after about ten minutes, I fell asleep and didn't wake up until everyone was getting off the bus to go to their rooms for the night. The next morning, after breakfast, we were heading out of the area for our next destination, Tara and then Dublin, and as we were passing a neat little row of houses, with trees and flowers and shrubs, across the black roof of one of the houses was written with yellow paint---"GOOD JOB HIILLARY".
I should mention, they love the Clintons here in Ireland and they don't understand why the U.S. is making such a fuss over President Clinton's little indiscretions. And, I might add, they think he is doing a great job, at least the people who engaged me in conversation felt that way.
And, then we arrived at Tara. So, let me quote from the book "Tara" by Edel Bhreathnach and Conor Newman: "Tara of the Kings, celebrated in myth and legend, is one of Ireland's premiere archaeological sites. Although the hill is not a prominent feature of the landscape, it commands panoramic views of the Irish countryside and some of the richest and most fertile land in Ireland. Archaeology has established that human activity on the hilltop goes back to the Neolithic period, about five-and-a-half thousand years ago, while the earliest historical references to Tara can be dated to the seventh century AD. Despite all of this, the archaeological richness of Tara is often not apparent to the extent that one often hears the remark that there is very little to see on the Hill of Tara."
Well, in my opinion, not only is there the entire surrounding countryside to see, but also there is the energy of the hill, itself, to feel. There were at least two or three others who also did not want to leave. It was such a glorious feeling, just standing there, breathing that clean air and experiencing that exhilaration that comes with being in a power vortex. Then to be told that it was this hill that was first used by the Druids and then as a religious center and then by the High Kings of Ireland. And those kings were not kings through heredity. They earned the kingship by fighting for it or being elected. Every three years the people gathered there to celebrate, enact new laws, and settle disputes. There had been a banquet hall that held 700.
Apart from the hill of Tara stands the Church of St. Patric which dates back to 1822 when is was restored. There had been, I believe, two earlier churches there. But the only thing that held my attention was the hill. It drew me to it like a magnet. Some day, when I return to Ireland, I hope to spend at least a week right here and I will investigate the other archaeological sites in the area connected with Tara. Since we did not visit those sites (they are within two or three miles of the hill) I will not go into them here, but will write up at report when I visit them.
Dublin, the capital of Ireland, was first settled by the Vikings in 988. It is a beautiful
modern city with touches of the old and charming to
be found here and there. We arrived early enough that Kay and I teamed up with three other gals to do our own little exploration walk of the city before dinner. We located a woolen shop and I believe all of us bought something. The stole I bought is of the softest most
beautiful Moreno wool I have ever touched. The shop was right in front of the Ha' Penny Bridge, which crosses the River Liffy which runs through the city. And, yes, there really is a Ha' Penny Bridge! We took pictures of the bridge (with us on it, of course), and the river with the
modern Guiness Office Building in the background.
The next day we were on to Enniskeny to visit the famous Powerscourt Gardens designed and laid out 1745 - 1767. They were quite extensive covering many acres, including a lovely little lake, Triton Lake, which had a high-spouting fountain in the center. Also, there were the Italian Garden, the Japanese Garden, the Pet Cemetery, the Walled Garden, ancient trees, and statues. What a nice way to take a mid-morning break.
We took our lunch break at "The Meeting of the Rivers" where the Avonmore and Avonbeg Rivers merge and we saw the spot where Sir Thomas Moore was inspired to write some of his poetry. They were not very large rivers and I could see how he could be inspired there.
Just outside of Waterford, we stopped at the Waterford Crystal Factory and all of us were impressed with their extensive crystal displays.
The Towers Hotel, where we spent the night, was too busy to serve us dinner. They reluctantly offered to prepare sandwiches for us but suggested we eat across the street. It seems they were catering a wedding and didn't have enough staff to handle it. That was a first for me. During any trip you usually run into at least one snafu along the way, but this was outrageous.
On the following day we toured Kilkenny and Tipperary Counties, seeing Knocktopher Abby (which was destroyed by Oliver Cromwell), Killkenny castle (Cromwell missed this one), and St. Patrick's Rock, Cashel (commonly known as Cashel Rock).
One morning, after leaving Waterford, in route to Youghal, and later Baltimore Harbor, we stopped for a mid-morning break at Seanache, a darling little 250-year-old-farm house, now an inn and bar. Our tour group gathered in the court yard with our coffees and sweet rolls to sit in the sun and listen to our jovial host serenade us with his accordion. It was at this authentic Irish pub and at at this particular moment that I became hooked on Irish coffee. Everything was upbeat. People were laughing and singing along with familiar Irish songs. I broke away with several others to get a picture of the Mountain Grave Yard with its memorials to the potato-famine victims, who were buried there in a common grave. It was my first visit to a common grave site. Their tragic deaths were sad to contemplate, especially considering those deaths may have been prevented had the people in power cared enough to do something about it.
The day was beautiful and the sun was warm and the Blarney Visitor's Center so charming that Kay and I opted to skip the long walk up the hill to kiss the Blarney Stone. Furthermore, my knee had been bothering me and I think her ankle was not too happy either. So, after making a few purchases in the department store (which was part of the complex), we sat and talked with a couple other tourists (Irish) which one should do when one is in another country that speaks English. It's interesting to get another prospective on world affairs, especially when one's own president has embarrassed us all. But here was another case where the Irish didn't think it was all that bad in lieu of what he had recently done for them. It was good to hear.
Our Hotel (Baltimore Harbor Hotel) at Baltimore Harbor was so pleasant that several of us would have liked to stop here and rest for awhile, but up and onward the next day through Cork County, over the Cahn Mountains to Killarney and a boat ride on Laugh Leane.
The Ring of Kerry is on almost every tour of Ireland so I had been looking forward to this part of the trip. If you are one who enjoys wide open and expansive views of mountains, rocks, shores and ocean waves this is another "not to be missed" spot on the planet. Bring your binoculars! The distances are far but you will not be disappointed.
Our first stop was at a sheep farm on Dingle Bay where we got a remarkable demonstration of the crème de la crème of Border collies of Ireland. I had seen such demonstrations before but this one was a sight to behold. The dogs were to work up and down a little mountain ridge that was set at about a 45 - 70 degree angle which would have made a nice little ski slope or better yet a challenging slalom course. I have had three Border collies in my life so I knew them to be high-spirited, energetic and smart but this is the arena in which they truly belong. These two dogs could have been Olympic athletes. Not only did they race up the extraordinarily steep hill to get the sheep but they did it at twice the speed I might have expected. Furthermore, they did it with only silent commands such as hand movements that we couldn't detect. And not only did they bring them down the little mountain in short order but they lined them up and culled out an individual and then put him back and culled out another and so on. Later we saw the vast number of trophies they had won and we were not surprised.
In addition to the Border collies, they also had about 15 or 20 different types of sheep in their collection. Having been into spinning and weaving for a time in my life and having visited a few county fairs to purchase fleeces for spinning, I felt that here I was on rather familiar ground until I saw the Jacob sheep. The Jacob is a FOUR-horned sheep which is said to have descended from the original Jacob sheep from Biblical days. I stood there and thought something was wrong with my eyes. I seemed to be seeing double. Yep! I counted them one at a time and there were indeed four horns. I just stood there while the others moved on. I stood there looking at the ram in disbelief. Amazing! Four horns.
Daniel O'Connor was known as the Great Liberator because he was able to raise himself up to a position where (through peaceful demonstrations) he was able to free the Catholics from
oppressive taxes, get education for their children and other equalities from the English.
He died during the Potato Famine in 1847. So during our ride through the Ring of Kerry, we saw statues of Daniel O'Connor and Charlie Chaplin. We saw fairy forts or fairy rings (a ring of trees) and standing
stones (see picture). We went through the Coomakesta Pass, paralleled the Kenmare River, saw Ballinskelligs Bay in the distance, passed through the town of Sneem, took pictures of the Lake of Killarney, and other many beautiful sights. But the Ring of Kerry should not be sped through on a bus. The best way to see it is to rent a car and bring a picnic lunch, and when you find that special place that makes your heart sing, stop and stay for awhile.
In closing --- May the angels adore ye, and the devil ignore ye. --- Erin go braugh!!!