Stena Lines transported us across the Irish Sea to Holyhead on July 3rd. "Westward the gaze wanders, eastward skims our ship..."
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It's a long way, but we finally made it |
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More than kissing cousins, as it turned out |
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Don't mess with Ireland |
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King of the mountain |
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Call the confidential Doggy Poop Hotline, turn
in your neighbor...we actually saw someone
doing this at Strandhill |
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Welcome to Ireland |
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In Northern Ireland now, UK of GB, where everything is sorted |
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VCR library at Springhill; not leather-bound |
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Library policy |
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And on the third day... |
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Dog wash at a gas station |
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Victorians loved these animal dramas, here, stuffed squirrels
prize-fighting |
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In Ireland, of course |
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Down Town |
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Mind your head |
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Wild Irish rose |
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Roundabout in County Meath; note carved stone |
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Get your Book of Kells mousepads, soap-on-a-rope, tea towels,
etc., here |
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Red-heads everywhere |
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"Bin your gum when you're done...and avoid a 150 euro gum
litter fine" |
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"Jame Joyce Pub Award"--I should have done
a post on the Joyce industry, which he would
have abhorred |
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"James Joyce left Dublin with Nora, his wife to be, in 1904.
They used a ferry to make good their getaway. Why not you?"
I rest my case. |
1 comment:
I don't know which is better: the Napoleon resurrection or the stuffed squirrels fighting. Great pics!
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