Monday, July 25, 2016

Day 9: Megaliths and Innisfree

Saturday June 11
For our second day of the tour we were slated to see sights in the general vicinity of Sligo.   Sligo is has two massive landmarks- the hill of Knocknarea, topped by Queen Maeve's cairn, a large mound believed to contain a passage tomb (like the one we saw at Newgrange) though it has never been excavated.   The second landmark is the rock formation of Benbulbin, which we often glimpsed in the distance as the bus moved from site to site.


Benbulbin

Our first stop was the court tomb of Creevykeel, a vast structure surrounding a dolmen, a single chamber tomb marked by two or more upright stones capped by another 'table' stone.


The sight also had a vast hawthorn grove of 'blessing trees'.  The custom is to tie a bit of fabric around the tree as a wish for ones own health or that of a loved one.  Note all the strips of fabric tied to the branches.


From there we passed close to the coast, with a brief photo stop.  The scenery was stunningly beautiful



Next was Drumcliff Churchyard, a lovely little church and the burial place of William Yeats.  This was to be a very Yeats-heavy day.





Our next stop was the megalithic tomb complex of Carrowmore, where we had a fascinating tour.  


He told us that the central tomb area had been heavily reconstructed (as had the exterior of Newgrange).    At the entrance is a 'footprint stone'


















As with Newgrange and many other major tomb complexes, it sits on a hill, with lovely views in every direction.


There was a lunch break in Sligo, and then we set out for our last two sights of the day at Lough Gill. The first was Parke's Castle, a plantation era castle.  In this context plantation refers to English settlers who were offered land in 16th and 17th centuries after the conquest of Ireland.  In 1610 Robert Parke built a fortified manor house on the site of an ealier O'Rourke castle.   He kept some of the original walls and the base of the original tower can be seen in the courtyard of the castle today.


The prior O'Rourke owner was executed and all his property confiscated for harboring a shipwrecked Spanish officer from the Armada...who of course would have been a fellow Catholic.

The interior structure of the castle was extensively restored at the end of the last century, with appropriate period building techniques used throughout.   The structural elements were left exposed so that visitors could see them.  We duly admired the timber roof (done entirely without nails).


And also got to see the inside of a thatch roof.


As romantic as thatched roofs look from the outside, as described they are not for the faint of heart, as it involves living with a whole ecosystem overhead.   The roof timbers were made from local trees, then the smaller rods were laid perpendicular to support an underlayer of turf that was cut, rolled up, and then unrolled across the roof in long strips.  Smaller branches were bent into a U-shape and used to anchor each sheaf of thatching material- of which there are a variety of varying quality and longevity.    Ordinarily, the inside of the roof would be covered, but this, like the castle timbers was left open so the structure could be seen.  They did have to cover the outside with very unperiod chicken wire, however, to discourage the birds from burrowing through the thatch and nesting inside the building.


The tour finished with a walk through their permanent exhibit on Irish vernacular architecture- that is buildings that were built over the ages by the people who lived them or used them.  A remarkable number of these still exist, many of them still used as houses, barns and outbuildings.

We barely had time to do it justice, however, as our last event of the day was a boat tour around Lough Gill, most famous as the site of the Lake Isle of Innisfree from Yeats's poem;
"And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings."






It was easy to see why Yeats loved the place.  The boat captain recited several of Yeats' poems for us from memory as we cruised around.

And then it was back on the bus to Sligo, and an excellent dinner, and more music in the evening. This time our guides were joined by uillean piper Tommy Keane with his wife Jacqueline McCarthy on concertina.   They were outstanding.  Naturally we got a CD.





And when we returned to our rooms, we found that our laundry (which we had dropped off in the morning) had been returned.   Now, we had opted for the cheapest (though still expensive) bulk laundry option, and frankly we wouldn't much have cared if the laundry was even folded, so long as it was clean.  But it was not just folded, it was pressed with military precision- even the T-shirts and JT's jeans.  And organized by color.  Even the ancient long-sleeved denim shirt I'd brought as an extra layer was meticulously pressed, put on a hangar and sheathed in a long plastic cover.   None of these clothes had looked so good since we had bought them!  JT and I were almost sorry that they had to be rolled up and put straight into our backpacks- but we did it anyway, because in the morning we were to check out and head out to the coast, and eventually to our next hotel in Mulranny.


Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Day 8: Quiet (Man) Day

Friday June 10

It was our first day on the tour and and the first truly wet weather we'd seen, which we could only consider a fortunate coincidence.  We didn't even have to load our own luggage- it was all done for us.  It was also one of the longest travel days, as the plan was to go to the northernmost point of travel and return down the coast.  As we were to find, the trip routine was to drive, have a rest-and-coffee-stop somewhere scenic, proceed to a lunch spot, etc, until we reached our destination.  Our first stop of the day was in Cong, which was where John Ford's 1952 film, The Quiet Man, was filmed.   Despite the wet, we quite easily spotted numerous 'Quiet Man' themed businesses, cafe, tours, gift shops.  Naturally we were soon trying to come up with the most ridiculous possibilities- Quiet Man fudge, Quiet Man port-a-potties, Quiet Man parking garage, etc (needless to say we didn't actually see any of these!).   
Cong also features a ruined medieval abbey where Rory O'Connor, the last High King of Ireland spent his last years.  The tour having kindly provided umbrellas, we did not let the gentle rain dampen our urge to explore. 
Behind the abbey, a footpath led off along the river.  We didn't have time to explore more than a bit.  My favorite bit was the monk's fishing hut.  Clearly they preferred to fish in comfort.
From Cong we wound our way to Foxford, home of Foxford Woollen Mills.  Which to my disappointment was not actually a working mill, but rather a gift shop displaying a range of Foxford Mills products.  Which, I hasten to add, were lovely.  If I'd been a keen shopper, no doubt I'd have gone wild.  As it was, I confined my mercantile ambitions to the cafe, which was quite decent.   This was the only time on the tour we weren't just cut loose and find our own lunch spot, no doubt for logistical reasons.   We did finish up and take a quick turn around the town, enjoying the improving weather. 
We also stopped in to a small museum honoring the accomplishments of Admiral William Brown, a local boy who went to sea to seek his fortune, and wound up the commander in chief of the Argentine navy, and an Argentine national hero.  It's an amazing story- right up there with the best seafaring adventure tales. 

After lunch it was another long drive through showery countryside to Sligo.   We frankly dozed.  Between drive, our exertions of the prior days and the soporific patter of rain on the bus, it was just the thing to do.   It did however clear up in time for us to do a little exploring of Sligo before dinner. 
A delightful small city, and very lively.  Walked around and got a look at Sligo's own ruined abbey. 
We were charmed to notice the Celtic designs on even such mundane items as pipe covers in the street. 
We only had time for a quick survey, however before it was time to head back to the hotel for dinner, and our first night of music.  

Our guide, Robbie O'Connell played guitar and sang with his sister Alice also playing guitar, and her husband Sean playing fiddle.  They were all three excellent.   We'd started the day wondering if we were really 'tour' people- we're so used to wandering around on our own.  We had already started to appreciate some of the benefits of having someone else do the work of organizing it.
  

Day 7: Sea Dancers

Thursday June 9


The next day was lovely and clear and we mailed postcards and then set off to take a ramble out of town in the direction we hadn’t yet been.  The views were lovely, but we eventually came to a point where to continue we’d have had to walk on a rather busy road, so we turned back.  
After a light lunch we walked down by the harbor and spotted a sign for a harbor cruise that was due to leave in only a few minutes, and would return just before it was time to catch our shuttle for Shannon.  
The boat was inflatable and had a sort of saddle arrangement on which you sat astride.  This turned out to put stress on the same hind parts that were stiff from bicycling the day before.  But we were soon distracted by the views out over the water.


On the way out of the harbor, we saw the  famous Dingle dolphin Fungi, who for many years has made his home there.  At that point the captain opted not to take us out in the direction of the Blasket Islands- where seals had been seen the day before- because the conditions there were reported to be too rough.   Instead we went to Knight's Town on Valentia Island, on the next peninsula over from Dingle, but vastly different.  It was a quiet town with a large dock.  The coffee shop there appeared quite flustered at having more than one customer at a time.  
On the way back, we spotted a large pod of dolphins, probably 30 or so.   I had read about how dolphins will play around a boat, coming quite close, but had never before seen it.  It seems hard to imagine any other reason for them to act as they did except that they were having fun.  They darted along the boat, leaping out of the water, sometimes in twos or threes, criss-crossing at both the bow and the wake.  They came so close to the boat that at times they were only a few feet away.  When the boat sped up, so did they- they’re incredibly fast and graceful.   They followed us in to the harbor, twice more leaping about exuberantly for several minutes as they followed us in.  
A shower came up and it rained a bit as we came in, but no one minded after the dolphins.  The sun came back out as we stepped onto shore and we headed back to grab our luggage and get our shuttle.  

Our driver Frank was very personable, and we chatted all the way to Shannon, where we checked in and met up with some of the tour folks in the evening,  as we got ready to set off on the next phase of the trip.