No, not December, but April, and no it's not winter, but spring. The rain continues, in squalls, then out comes the sun, then the rain comes back. If you don't like Ireland's weather, wait 5 minutes, it'll be different then. Although, as one young shop assistant said today, "it's the west coast, we're the problem."
Clonmacnoise
We were woken by blistering sunlight, and while discussing plans for the day the weather changed and the rain blew in. By the time we had breakfast that scenario had repeated itself a couple of times. We set off for Clonmacnoise, about 80 km from Galway. The weather was consistent in its inconsistency. The traffic was as mad as Irish traffic is, trucks going way too fast on tiny roads, people parked wherever they feel the need. It was just another day in Ireland.
In between the squalls of rain, we managed to share our time between the indoors displays and the outdoors. The 'movie' display was interesting, but in comparison to computer generated images we had seen at Vindolanda in England in 2003, it was a little amateurish. But, it still provided a perspective for the ruins we were yet to see outside.
It was quite an amazing history and I won't try to repeat it here, but it makes you put the 'white' habitation of Australia into perspective. It's a pity we don't have more respect for our indigenous brothers and their history, it spans far beyond what we have seen here.
Galway
No need for the heading really. We came back to town, went shopping for a few things, went to a pub and had a Guinness - purely to shelter from the rain. The dinner menu, was, um, yeah, so we went looking for a restaurant. The rain and cold wind continued, so we walked into the first restaurant we saw. Italian. All good. Nice dinner. The rain eased, so we walked home.
Jayne is planning tomorrow's drive to Killarney as I finish writing this. It is a fair drive, but we can afford to avoid the coast because we've seen a few cliffs, and head straight down the motorway of we sleep in. No chance, it'll be the scenic route - we have to go to the Cliffs of Mohr and see the puffins...
Clonmacnoise
We were woken by blistering sunlight, and while discussing plans for the day the weather changed and the rain blew in. By the time we had breakfast that scenario had repeated itself a couple of times. We set off for Clonmacnoise, about 80 km from Galway. The weather was consistent in its inconsistency. The traffic was as mad as Irish traffic is, trucks going way too fast on tiny roads, people parked wherever they feel the need. It was just another day in Ireland.
In between the squalls of rain, we managed to share our time between the indoors displays and the outdoors. The 'movie' display was interesting, but in comparison to computer generated images we had seen at Vindolanda in England in 2003, it was a little amateurish. But, it still provided a perspective for the ruins we were yet to see outside.
It was quite an amazing history and I won't try to repeat it here, but it makes you put the 'white' habitation of Australia into perspective. It's a pity we don't have more respect for our indigenous brothers and their history, it spans far beyond what we have seen here.
Galway
No need for the heading really. We came back to town, went shopping for a few things, went to a pub and had a Guinness - purely to shelter from the rain. The dinner menu, was, um, yeah, so we went looking for a restaurant. The rain and cold wind continued, so we walked into the first restaurant we saw. Italian. All good. Nice dinner. The rain eased, so we walked home.
Jayne is planning tomorrow's drive to Killarney as I finish writing this. It is a fair drive, but we can afford to avoid the coast because we've seen a few cliffs, and head straight down the motorway of we sleep in. No chance, it'll be the scenic route - we have to go to the Cliffs of Mohr and see the puffins...
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