Dear Readers, I’m swamped with work and sewing and stuff, so I’ve asked a guest blogger to fill you in on our recent adventures.
Love, love, love, Martha
Hi. I’m Irving. I’m a moose. I usually live on a shelf in Martha and David’s kitchen. But recently they took me on a two-week trip to Ireland.
If you don’t like looking at other moose’s travel pictures, I suggest you skip this post. It’s almost all pictures — my hooves make it difficult for me to type long essays. But I’ll keep it pithy and entertaining.
On the way over, Martha talked my antlers off about how much she loves Ireland. She got all starry eyed and mentioned green, stony pastures, sheep, water and the light.
We landed, and headed to Caher House in County Clare to meet up with the rest of Martha’s family — her mom, siblings, siblings-in-law and nieces and nephews. It was quite a crowd! Sixteen humans in total. More humans = more personal assistants for me. Here’s the house and car we rented.
The owners of the house are hunting enthusiasts. I am not a fan.
On the first day, I watched a little TV.
But then jet lag hit me full force.
Next morning I was up at dawn and ready to explore the grounds.
But then jet lag hit again.
The next few days there was a great deal of this:
But we also saw amazing things. We went to the Burren region (Gaelic for Great Rock). Just like it said on the tin, it was a big limestoney landscape and it was great.
We took a detour and stopped to check out the ruins of a very very old church.
We met many sheep.
We saw sights.
We kept going to Gort for groceries.
We went to a medieval feast at Bunratty Castle.
And I enjoyed the signage at a local pub.
I also made a new friend. This is Lucky, a lamb from Dingle who was adopted by one of Martha’s nieces.
All too soon it was the end of our first week and time to leave County Clare with David and Martha. I also had to bid farewell to my extended network of assistants. Er. I mean, Martha’s family.
Before I left Caher House, I got to hobnob with the local quadrupeds.
On Sunday, we packed up the car and headed south to go hiking in the Beara Peninsula. On the way we stopped in Adare and ran into terrifying horticulture.
Also slightly terrifying: Martha’s pre-coffee face and bed-head hair. I encouraged her to drink up as soon as possible.
After a good night’s sleep (not a moment too soon) in Castletownbere, County Cork, we started hiking on Monday.
First leg: Bere Island.
We were hiking in lots of farm pastures.
David and Martha told me that there were standing stones all over the place, but I never saw one.
All in all, we walked 8.25 miles up and around and down a mountain. Then we passed out.
The next day, we headed over to Eyeries. It was beautiful.
Then we went to the beach in Allihies.
The next day, some short hiking in Allihies.
Then we headed back to the beach.
Finally we headed over to the Windy Point House in Garnish, right next to the Dursey Sound. It was absurdly nice.
In addition to the hospitable innkeepers, who fed us a delicious dinner and an elegant breakfast, I met a lovely mum and her three kids.
Our last day of hiking was on Dursey Island, population: 6 humans. I decided it was time to stretch my legs.
While on the island, I heard a farmer speaking animatedly in Irish (Gaelic) on a cell phone. Something old and something new.
The next day we headed up to Shannon by way of Killarney.
Then our final stop, the Oak Wood Arms in Shannon. It was a cool, comfy mix of old and new, with an aviation theme. I’d recommend it.
We woke up early the next morning to head back to the States.
I’m home now, and back on the shelf.
Martha here. I’ll be back to writing the blog soon, but if you want Irving to blog about his future travels occasionally, leave a comment.