An Irish Week

Right, so I'm finally getting around to posting some photos of my recent Irish foray.

One of my lovely fellow Scrapbookers is Irish. Jessie and I have been emailing back and forth for the past 4 or 5 years. For some reason, it never occurred to us for me to go there, though we had occasionally talked about her coming here, for a visit. Anyway, a couple weeks ago I just thought, what if I go there?!? I haven't been to Ireland in 4 years, so it was really rather due. I emailed her about a visit, and she said, "Could you come next weekend? It's a bank holiday, so I have an extra day off." So I jumped on the internet and found a flight.

Took off for Ireland on Thursday, early morning. I landed in Dublin, and collected my hire car. I drove North-ish with the vague goal of reaching Cavan, where Jessie lives, by the late afternoon the following day. This vague roaming is a tradition for me. I love driving along the beautiful country side and randomly stopping off at things which sound interesting. I never have a hotel reservation, either. And only once in more than 10 years of travels has that ever been a problem! I just turn up to a town and either stop off at a B&B that catches my eye on the road, or I stop off at the Tourist Office and have a look at their book of local places. On my drive out of Dublin, I saw a brown tourist sign, and, as it was nearing lunch time, I decided to stop off. Turns out, the place I stopped at, the Hill of Tara, was where the Irish High Kings were crowned. Now, the thing was, this title was NOT hereditary. You had to be chosen for it based on your merit. Nowadays it's just a lovely open field and hills, with big mounds and trenches at intervals.

 The hill structures were used for cremation burials.  The whole vista was gorgeous, and it was fun to get to wander around with little restriction from the powers that be.  No one telling you were you can't go.  No one telling you that you can't touch.  It was just nice.

Once I drove away from the Hill, I entered a town called Navan, where I found a lovely B&B.  The owner, a man named Patrick, who goes by Pat, (Yes!  And there are MORE Patricks in this story!) set me up in the lovely sitting room of the B&B with a pot of tea and biscuits while I pursued the Lonely Planet Ireland Guide.





The next morning I went out to Brú na Bóinne Visitor Centre to see the Newgrange and Knowth Burial Mounds.  They're megalithic (mega = large, lithic = stone) burials from the neolithic (neo = new, lithic = stone) period, approximately 65000 BC - that's older than the Pyramids of Giza, Egypt! Anyway, these particular structures are impressively  preserved.  Knowth has been fully excavated, then reassembled.  Newgrange has not been excavated.  The facade has been restored, but the internal structure has not been touched, with the exception of a couple of braces because a few of the stone slabs have cracked.  Sadly, they don't allow photos inside the Newgrange site, and the Knowth site is blocked by some tunnels built in medieval times (around 900 AD).  The mounds were very interesting, though.  And, if you get a chance, I'd completely advise a visit!  The site at Knowth was aligned for spring/fall equinox.  Newgrange for Winter Solstice.  All visitors to Newgrange can put a request in to be a guest for the Winter Solstice.  They randomly pull names for the event.  But... just because your name gets pulled, doesn't mean you get to see it!  The day has to be bright, as well!

Knowth

Newgrange

However.  I'll let you in on a little secret.  There's a 3rd fabulous set of burial mounds.  And, they're free to enter.  During the summer months, there is a guide up there, but they don't do anything except tell you the history of the place, and point out cool carvings.  Oh... and hand you a flashlight.  They're actually brilliant.  They're very helpful, and even take photos for you!  It's such a beautiful location - the highest point in County Meade.  And, the sun illuminates on Spring/Autumn Equinox.  Now, at Newgrange, the sun illuminates for 17 minutes.  At Loughcrew (that 'gh' is like the Scottish 'ch' - it's a hard 'k' sound.  "Loch" in Scots Gaelic.  Means the same thing.  "Lake") the sun illuminates for an entire hour!  And, there are 4 carvings of suns which the beam picks out on its path.  It's truly a spectacular site, and virtually unknown. 

Loghcrew (The drive up.  It's a fun tiny road!)

The inside of Loghcrew

The view back out (L) and the tiny entrance (R)

The "Witches Thrown."  (L) It's actually one of the border stones that's fallen down.  But, there are a lot of local legends about witches in the area, and this stone was thought to be her seat of power.  One of the other mounds (R), seen from the top of the complete one.  The complete one has had it's roof put back on, but that's the only reconstruction it's had.

I actually ended up spending so much time at the site that I was nearly 2 hours late getting to Jessie's house!  I rang her, when I realised what time it was, and apologised, but she was totally sweet about it, and told me to take my time.  I finally arrived and met her and her DH and two sons.  They're absolutely brilliant!  Jessie's a total doll (which I already knew) and her husband (The other Patrick.  Goes by Paddy!  Yes, really!) just kept me laughing the whole evening.  The boys are also wonderful.  Really enjoyed meeting them.

Saturday, Paddy and the boys went down to his mother's for her birthday party weekend.  So, Jessie and I were on our own for Saturday/Sunday.  We didn't kill our selves getting up early and out the door, just took things easy, checked our emails, had a good breakfast . . . and eventually made out way out the door.  We drove up to Northern Ireland (still part of the UK), which is pretty close to where Jessie lives.  We went to a lovely National Trust site to walk through their gardens.

 
After our stroll through the gardens, we drove up the road a couple of minutes (honestly, only a couple of miles) to the Marble Arch Caves.  That was pretty spectacular!  I was so impressed.  It's a limestone cave with a river running through it.  They take you down, and you go on a flat bottomed boat for a few minutes.  Pretty awesome.  We really enjoyed the boat ride.  Then, you walk through the cave system looking at curtain stalactites, rim flows, stalactites, stalagmites, columns..... pretty awesome.

 




After our hour and a quarter cave tour, we did a couple of walks.  One was a ring walk, circling through some very empty (of humans) landscape.  You literally could not hear anything man made.  That was pretty amazing.  We particularly liked the bluebells and hawthorn flowers, and the hazel trees they're trying to reestablish.  Ireland has had hazel trees since the ice age, but they've been cut down for farm land, or grazed on by cows/sheep.  So they're trying to reestablish them in some groves.  My sister's no longer speaking to me, because of all the blue bells.  That's one of the things she has wanted to see for ages! 

After our delightful ring walk, we stopped off at another walking area.  Really lovely!  We totally loved the whole walk, but the best bit was this most amazing waterfall!  At the end of the walk we stumbled across the "Marble Arch" for which the caves were named.  That was a pleasant surprise!  And even better that we hadn't walked down all the stairs from the cave, then hiked back up them, only to discover the arch later, along the flat!

 

Ok.  It's late.  You'll have to wait til tomorrow (at the earliest!) to get the rest of the adventure.

A Proper Update! (Sort Of)

Oooooh boy! It's been AGES, I know. I'm rubbish. I'm sorry! But, my life has seriously taken a turn for the insane. And, you know me.... that's saying something. Between flitting between countries (4! In 3 weeks!!!) and volcanic ash and visitors and flying standby.... it's been crazy. But. I'm home. For a while. Although, my mom's arrived now, and we'll be in and out a bit, so... stay tuned for further disruptions.

However, I just got back from Ireland. Yes, Ireland. So, that means that I've been to the US, Spain and Ireland (Northern and Republic) in the past 3 weeks. And, obviously, home to England. It's been an absolutely non-stop few weeks. But, I really kind of needed the faster paced life for a while. Too much time inside my own head for a while. Not a good thing. I had a fabulous time in Ireland with Jessie in Cavin and with the O'Toole's (Yes, that really is their name!) in Galway. And my own wanderings through hill and dale (and neolithic burial mound and geological sites, too!) I'm working on getting the photos (from both the Ireland and the Spain trips, actually) all uploaded and sorted into an online album. As soon as I do, I'll post a link here, and those who want to see the evidence of my insanity may do so.

Ok, that's as much of an update as you're getting for the time being. I've just got so much to get done right now! Running behind schedule. As usual.

Tadeo Jones

So, my wonderful new friend, Adam (he's the 10 year old son of a friend) introduced me to this fantastic adventure video.  Enjoy!

Epic Win!

Ok, I'll do a proper update on my blog soon.  (Like... later today or maybe tomorrow.)  But, I just thought this was TOO impressive not to share straight away:



These crazy people are Shepherds from Yorkshire.  I used to live up there, in a town called Sheffield.  I even went to a Sheep Dog Trials once.  Really interesting!  Seriously, though..... what they can get those animals (the dogs AND the sheep!) to do is amazing.  That whistling you hear?  That's the commands for the dogs.  Yes.  Different whistles are different commands, and the dogs respond to them.  Brilliant.

The Story So Far......

We find our hero (ok, heroine) succumbing to the sweet oblivion of sleep..... here's a flashback to find out what had lead up to this collapse.....


Getting on the plane was an adventure.... my ticket said I was in Seat 1J. I had to reread that to make sure I got it right. Yep. 1st row, seat J. Window. No one sat next to me. Sweet. Here's the photo of my little nest:



So, once I got seated and settled, the attendants came around with your choice of orange juice, champaign or .... something else .... samosas? Is that a drink? Of course, I went with the oj:



And, the first thing I did? Took off my shoes. They were so far away in the corner of the bulk head, I literally couldn't reach them from my seat. And, I couldn't touch the bulkhead with my feet all the way extended. Umm... nice? No. FABULOUS!



Then, once you got settled and had your drink, you had to choose your menu for breakfast. Now, I thought we had to choose which starter, main and dessert (yes, dessert with BREAKFAST!) Nope. Only which main. You got all of the rest of it.




Then, once we got airborn, they started bringing round the food. No cart for us, though. Individually brought out, placed on a linen table cloth..... yeah. That was nice. And more silverware than you could shake a stick at! Seriously! Spoon, 2 forks and 3 knives! And they brought MORE for the dessert!



(Dessert at breakfast: GENIUS!)

I slept through the middle of the flight, which was brilliant. The seats weren't the really amazing new ones that really do go totally flat, but.... they went flat enough! I slept for 4 hours, or so, which was just amazing. I'm normally lucky to get 1 hour sleep on a plane. I didn't even break out the movies! I read my book, did some work (as in Work, not PhD) and had another nap (45 minutes, or so).... then they were bringing round the pre-landing 'snack'



That chicken sandwich was brilliant. So yummy.

And, by the time that was all eaten and cleared away, it was time to get ready to land. For the first time EVER, I wasn't just DYING to get off the plane. Sure, I was looking forward to landing, but more because I was anxious to get the rest of the way to Utah, than because I was desperate to get off the plane. *sigh* What a wonderful way to fly.

So, got through customs (no problems there), got my bags, re-checked them, and got back through security. I arrived to Terminal E, and my next flight was scheduled to leave from A, which is the opposite end of the airport, so took the little train to get there. Arrived...... and saw a HUGE list of standby passengers.... 17. And I was? #17. Called Lois to let her know I'd arrived in Atlanta. She filled me in on V (my friend, Veronica, who arranged for my standby ticket.  She goes by V) not getting to come They managed to get 15 of the passengers on the flight. That left me, and this other guy, Toa (he's Samoan) trying to get to Salt Lake. So we headed off to the next flight option.... back at Terminal E! Got in touch with Lois again (she called my UK mobile and left a message. I called her back from a pay phone.... much cheaper!) and found out the scoop on the next flight... I thought it was HILARIOUS that she knew I'd not got on the flight before I did! V - you're a fabulous travel agent! Tried to get ahold of V, but couldn't. Called Mary Lou, too.... also ignored my call to let her know I was in the area and say hi. Not that I expected her to drop everything and drive 3 hours to the airport, just wanted to say hi, since I was near by. Chatted with Toa for the 2 hours between the first and second Salt Lake flights.... and the whole time he's getting updates from his cousin, who works in the Atlanta airport, on the status of the flight. We were convinced there was NO WAY we'd get on, either of us. V thought the same. It was completely booked, and everyone had checked in.... and there were 4 or 5 standby people ahead of us. So we figured we would have to catch the NEXT flight, at 9.30, getting in at 11.50 Fortunately, miraculously, even (for us!), a WHOLE BUNCH of people didn't make the flight. So, we made it on! And not only that, but there was even a spare seat between me and the guy in my row. I was in coach, not 1st, but I didn't care a bit. As far as I was concerned, this was the best view ever:



Sometime during the flight they brought round a 'snack'. Just for comparison's sake, I took a photo:



Uh huh. Whatever. Still didn't even care. It was a 4 hour flight (or so... can't remember if it was 4.5 or 4.... but it was long) to Salt Lake, and I was pretty sore by this point. I was REALLY feeling grateful for the 1st Class flight from London, because I'd have been in REALLY sad shape by that point without it. So... again, V, THANK YOU.

Arrived to Salt Lake around 9.00 pm. My luggage had caught the earlier flight, so it was already here, waiting for me. Went to Lois/Steve's house and had a quick change of clothes (and shoes) and went off dancing.  Came home around 12.30, and slept. Was actually tired enough that I didn't sleep brilliantly, so was up around 7, though climbed in bed with Lois and watched cartoons (Chip & Dale) for a while, and had a short nap. Got up officially around 8.

I'm still jetlagging a bit, even having had a 2 hour nap earlier, but... it's just good to be home.

Lost In Transit

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate packing?  If it weren't for the expense involved in replacing everything, I'd just leave it all behind.  *sigh*  Sadly, can't do that.  So.... I'm packing.

Disappearing off for a bit.  Got to run to the States.  Back on the 13th.