Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Training Day…
After our holiday in Ireland I had a four day training course in London on the subject of Technical Writing. It was a very interesting and informative course but I certainly am thankful that I don’t have to travel into the city each day on public transport. I am much happier to sit in the M25 for hours on end in my own space
Celtic Connections…
We have recently returned from a most enjoyable holiday in Ireland, via Wales. When people were having travel problems as the Icelandic volcano (the no one can pronounce) spewed ash into the atmosphere and grounded European air traffic for a week, we drove our way around this delightful island. We had booked our passage on a ferry and took our own car (previous to the ash-issues we were told we were mad to do it this way – but afterwards we were applauded for our forward thinking – we just thought it would be easier as we don’t fancy airports).
The weather was also a pleasant surprise as we had prepared for rain (they tell us that is why the country is so green and lush), yet it was absolutely brilliant without a cloud in the sky (apart from the ash cloud).
We initially drove to Caerphilly in Wales after work in the Friday and stopped there. In the morning we explored the grand castle and headed towards the port of Fishguard where we caught the ferry to Rosslare. Sue dislikes sea travel almost as much as air travel (difficult when we live on an island), but the Irish Sea was as flat as a mill pond and the journey uneventful.
Arriving in Ireland we drove on to Cashel, where we stayed a couple of nights with friends as we explored Cashel including the ‘rock’ and the surrounding areas in Tipperary.
On the road again we headed further west, sliding through Limerick (didn’t fancy the look of it) and stopped to look around Bunratty Castle and Folk Park that had its own recreated village laid out in the shadow of a restored castle. We continued deeper into county Clare until we reached Ennistymon , and had a run out to the awesome Cliffs of Moher before returning. We stopped in the Falls Hotel over looking the river and had a couple of drinks in the famous Eugene’s Drinking Emporium (where cast and crew of Father Ted frequented).
The next day we headed on into the spectacular landscape of the Burren where we stopped to visit Poulnabrone Dolmen and Cahirconnell and looked around the pavement landscape and other picturesque vantage points. Later on in the day we drove to Kilrush for lunch before catching the ferry across the Shannon between Killimer and Tarbert and continuing on until we arrived at one of our favourite towns, Dingle.
This town had an alternative hippy arty feel to it with plenty of craft shops, colourful buildings and a lively eating, drinking and entertainment scene. We had a great meal at the Out of the Blue fish restaurant where sue had her first Lobster. We got talking to an American couple who were stranded due to the ash and later we met them at the Small Bridge Inn where traditional music was playing.
We travelled around the peninsula the next day stopping at regular intervals to take in the view, visit stone forts, famine cottages and to have lunch on a sheltered sandy beach. We drove a long way in the afternoon with a few stops at particular attractive sights until we arrived at the pretty fishing village of Portmagee at the end of the Ring of Kerry, where we stopped for the night in a lovely B&B.
The Ring of Kerry is also spectacular, but we felt that we were spoilt by the superior Dingle Peninsular. The next day we explored more of the ring and were again pleasantly surprised as each corner on the winding coast road revealed another wonderful view. Onward we continued until we came to the south-eastern fishing port of Kinsale where we stopped for the night.
This town is famed for its food and it is where we found our most favourite restaurant of the journey. Jola’s is unassuming from the outside, but inside it is breathtakingly elegant and calming. The food was divine Eurpoean / MoPo (apparently that is Modern Polish) and we left feeling quite spoilt in search of some entertainment. Three different music venues later and we came to the conclusion that the Irish seem to like older music as we watched youngsters sway to Fleetwood Mac, Thin Lizzie, blues and soft rock.
On our last day in Ireland we visited Charles Fort near Kinsale before driving northwards past Cork and onto Cobh (pronounced Cove), where we visited the Queenstown Story that informed us about the great exodus from Ireland by sea after the Famine. We also saw moving exhibitions about the sinking of the Titanic and the Lusitania. After a lovely alfresco lunch in the glorious sunshine we drove on towards Rosslare where we stopped within striking distance of the port, ready for the early morning crossing.
Another calm crossing and we were back in the UK, still bathed in sunshine. We took a diversion to Tenby where we joined the throngs of people enjoying the good weather either on the beach or in the town up on the cliffs where we had fish and chips (having queued for them out into the street at Fecci’s – one of the best in the country) out of the paper whilst sitting on a bench admiring the views. We also visited Colby Woodland Gardens before driving back home.
The weather was also a pleasant surprise as we had prepared for rain (they tell us that is why the country is so green and lush), yet it was absolutely brilliant without a cloud in the sky (apart from the ash cloud).
We initially drove to Caerphilly in Wales after work in the Friday and stopped there. In the morning we explored the grand castle and headed towards the port of Fishguard where we caught the ferry to Rosslare. Sue dislikes sea travel almost as much as air travel (difficult when we live on an island), but the Irish Sea was as flat as a mill pond and the journey uneventful.
Arriving in Ireland we drove on to Cashel, where we stayed a couple of nights with friends as we explored Cashel including the ‘rock’ and the surrounding areas in Tipperary.
On the road again we headed further west, sliding through Limerick (didn’t fancy the look of it) and stopped to look around Bunratty Castle and Folk Park that had its own recreated village laid out in the shadow of a restored castle. We continued deeper into county Clare until we reached Ennistymon , and had a run out to the awesome Cliffs of Moher before returning. We stopped in the Falls Hotel over looking the river and had a couple of drinks in the famous Eugene’s Drinking Emporium (where cast and crew of Father Ted frequented).
The next day we headed on into the spectacular landscape of the Burren where we stopped to visit Poulnabrone Dolmen and Cahirconnell and looked around the pavement landscape and other picturesque vantage points. Later on in the day we drove to Kilrush for lunch before catching the ferry across the Shannon between Killimer and Tarbert and continuing on until we arrived at one of our favourite towns, Dingle.
This town had an alternative hippy arty feel to it with plenty of craft shops, colourful buildings and a lively eating, drinking and entertainment scene. We had a great meal at the Out of the Blue fish restaurant where sue had her first Lobster. We got talking to an American couple who were stranded due to the ash and later we met them at the Small Bridge Inn where traditional music was playing.
We travelled around the peninsula the next day stopping at regular intervals to take in the view, visit stone forts, famine cottages and to have lunch on a sheltered sandy beach. We drove a long way in the afternoon with a few stops at particular attractive sights until we arrived at the pretty fishing village of Portmagee at the end of the Ring of Kerry, where we stopped for the night in a lovely B&B.
The Ring of Kerry is also spectacular, but we felt that we were spoilt by the superior Dingle Peninsular. The next day we explored more of the ring and were again pleasantly surprised as each corner on the winding coast road revealed another wonderful view. Onward we continued until we came to the south-eastern fishing port of Kinsale where we stopped for the night.
This town is famed for its food and it is where we found our most favourite restaurant of the journey. Jola’s is unassuming from the outside, but inside it is breathtakingly elegant and calming. The food was divine Eurpoean / MoPo (apparently that is Modern Polish) and we left feeling quite spoilt in search of some entertainment. Three different music venues later and we came to the conclusion that the Irish seem to like older music as we watched youngsters sway to Fleetwood Mac, Thin Lizzie, blues and soft rock.
On our last day in Ireland we visited Charles Fort near Kinsale before driving northwards past Cork and onto Cobh (pronounced Cove), where we visited the Queenstown Story that informed us about the great exodus from Ireland by sea after the Famine. We also saw moving exhibitions about the sinking of the Titanic and the Lusitania. After a lovely alfresco lunch in the glorious sunshine we drove on towards Rosslare where we stopped within striking distance of the port, ready for the early morning crossing.
Another calm crossing and we were back in the UK, still bathed in sunshine. We took a diversion to Tenby where we joined the throngs of people enjoying the good weather either on the beach or in the town up on the cliffs where we had fish and chips (having queued for them out into the street at Fecci’s – one of the best in the country) out of the paper whilst sitting on a bench admiring the views. We also visited Colby Woodland Gardens before driving back home.
More of wot I have seen…
Flossie Malavialle
Flossie Malavialle is a French singer who started getting involved in the British folk scene in 2000-2001 while she was on a teacher exchange in the North East of England. We saw her at the Dorking Folk Club and enjoyed her fun, lively performance and were charmed be her self effacing manner and hybrid Geordie-French accent.
Flossie Malavialle is a French singer who started getting involved in the British folk scene in 2000-2001 while she was on a teacher exchange in the North East of England. We saw her at the Dorking Folk Club and enjoyed her fun, lively performance and were charmed be her self effacing manner and hybrid Geordie-French accent.
More of wot I have read…
The Last Testament by Sam Bourne
This is the second book I have read by this author, and it is in a similar vein – a Dan Brown style thriller with lashings of mysterious religious symbology. It is not the best book I have read by a long shot, and unless you get a copy free like we did I probably wouldn’t have bothered.
‘April 2003: As his nation descends into chaos, an Iraqi boy loots an ancient clay tablet from a long-forgotten vault in the Baghdad Museum of Antiquities—unaware that his actions could ignite the war to end all wars.
Years later, on the eve of a historic Israeli-Palestinian peace accord, bodyguards for Israel's prime minister gun down a possible assassin—and discover a blood-stained note clutched in the dead man's hand.
With Middle Eastern tensions rapidly reaching the boiling point—in the wake of a frightening wave of seemingly random revenge killings—Maggie Costello is sent by Washington to try to keep the peace. A government negotiator with old sins to atone for, she immediately comes face-to-face with ancient secrets, extremist violence, and sudden, inexplicable death. For Maggie seems to hold the key to the last unsolved riddle of the Bible—a shocking revelation that could end the world's most bitter conflict . . . or leave the earth in ruins.’
This is the second book I have read by this author, and it is in a similar vein – a Dan Brown style thriller with lashings of mysterious religious symbology. It is not the best book I have read by a long shot, and unless you get a copy free like we did I probably wouldn’t have bothered.
‘April 2003: As his nation descends into chaos, an Iraqi boy loots an ancient clay tablet from a long-forgotten vault in the Baghdad Museum of Antiquities—unaware that his actions could ignite the war to end all wars.
Years later, on the eve of a historic Israeli-Palestinian peace accord, bodyguards for Israel's prime minister gun down a possible assassin—and discover a blood-stained note clutched in the dead man's hand.
With Middle Eastern tensions rapidly reaching the boiling point—in the wake of a frightening wave of seemingly random revenge killings—Maggie Costello is sent by Washington to try to keep the peace. A government negotiator with old sins to atone for, she immediately comes face-to-face with ancient secrets, extremist violence, and sudden, inexplicable death. For Maggie seems to hold the key to the last unsolved riddle of the Bible—a shocking revelation that could end the world's most bitter conflict . . . or leave the earth in ruins.’
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