GOODBYE DOOLIN, Rock of Cashel, Steers, and Dung Shoes. HELLO DUBLIN. Although we got in late last night, we were up and at ‘em early today. It began with breakfast at Toomullin House, the B&B owned by Olive and Chris, the couple from whom we were renting Tigh Amou for the week. We had the Full Irish Breakfast for nine and departed feeling very full! After the petrol station dinner last night, Olive and Chris’ home cooking was welcome!
Today we are off to Dublin for two days before the trip home. We made a stop at the Rock of Cashel along the way. The Rock of Cashel dates from the 1100s and it is believed that St. Patrick converted the King of Munster (Angus) there around 450 A.D.
The Rock of Cashel (click here)
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| St. Patrick's Cross |
The tour guide said we could traipse down to the monastery ruins by simply “walking across that field.” We did, however, it wasn’t quite that simple. We had to walk through one field with angry sheep, then climb a stone wall to walk through the bovine field in which the ruins sit. Five steps into that second field and Karen plants her foot so deep into a pile of dung, that she was forced to abort the mission and return to the car to clean up (there’s another interesting story stemming from this but that’s for later). The others made it out to the monastery—the kids wanted to play hide-and-go-seek in the ruins but were convinced to stick to light exploration instead.
On to Dublin--
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