Saturday, September 26, 2026

Ireland 2026, Day Two

 




I was walking down the street with my camera, minding my own business and then, about to shoot a photo of one of the first "To Let's" I've seen in Ireland, when a handsome young man in a parked car opened his window and yelled out, "No paparazzi!"  

"No worries," I replied, walking on and taking my photo.  

Then, I thought that I needed to explain about my fetish with the Irish "to let's." 

Being a longtime, loyal fan of "toilets," I used to see those signs on my first trip to Ireland and, at first, get all excited, thinking they were, in fact, advertising toilets.  

Then, I would look closer and realize there was no "i" in To Let's.  

I relayed this story to the man as his wife and son were getting out of the car. 

That's when I met Ollie and Ollie's mom and dad, Jessie and Craig.

They were in town on an errand.  On that chance and very brief meeting, we exchanged a few basic facts about each other, Ollie attempted to take a picture of his parents with my big camera and then another photo shoot. 

Ollie took his picture and cropped part of his dad's head from the scene, Jessie took a picture of me and Ollie aka Oliver, and I took a family photo. 

Then, we went our way, all happy and my suddenly realizing that paparazzi events were alive and well in Kildare. 

A truly fun interlude with a camera, which also involved my "To Let" photo. 

This is Ireland! 

And, I had just met one nice family who live in a small village outside of Kildare.  

Jessie and Craig have known each other since they were kids living in the same neighborhood.  Adding to that, Jessie is a pre-school teacher, which made this old school marm happy.

Hope I hear from them again sometime. 




Ollie and the old-lady paparazzi. 




My paparazzi encounter happened late in the afternoon, while Bill had gone to find a geocache near the train depot. 

We had already made our annual trip to the Irish National Stud where we roamed leisurely through the barn and pasture areas AND the ponds and streas inhabited by mostly mallard ducks.  

As we walked, Bill was remembering that during our visit last year, which was more than a month later, the fall colors at the Stud and its Japanese gardens were absolutely stunning on a gorgeous November day.

It's a magnificent place to visit and so beautifully maintained.  We met one of the groundskeepers and visited with him.  He loves working with flowers and has had experience in the Mediterranean as well as Vancouver, British Columbia. 

  We never tire of the experience of visiting the National Stud, just as we love our walks on the vast Curragh Plain where the Curragh Race Track is located. 

Yesterday we navigated through thousands of piles of sheep droppings.  

The main area where people jog or walk themselves and their dogs each day did not open until 1:30 p.m. because the racehorses are using that portion of the plain for training.  

Since we were early, we chose a cross-country route among the numerous flocks of sheep which graze on the plain with its lush, green grass. 

It's kind of fun because we're out there, seemingly far away from society, when we suddenly spot the light rail from Dublin zipping down its tracks.

I love the walks on the plain where sheep, people and co-exist and birds are noisily flying all about. It's a true pastoral escape.

Our weather has been magnificent.  There was a little rain overnight, but the rest of the day was about as perfect as it could be. 

We had the experience of visiting the local post office yesterday.  A former student asked me if I could send her some postcards from Ireland, so we went to get stamps.  We learned that sending postcards to a different country does come with a price. 

I bought five stamps from the friendly clerk and then asked him to send the card I'd written. Later, while drifting off to sleep, I realized that I'd forgotten write "USA" on the card.  I won't do that again, and I'm hoping for a miracle that someone will look closely and add it.  

We'll see!  

Sadly, we'll be leaving Silken Thomas and Kildare today.  Yesterday we had the opportunity to see Shawn and Barbara at the restaurant, both of whom, like Beata and Caroline, remember us as if they've known us all our lives. 

We have observed that everyone who works at this establishment shares the same warmth and friendliness.  So, it's always sad to leave. 

Beata expects us next year cuz she told us that Silken Thomas will add eight new rooms.  Of course, we're kinda partial to the Virginia Lodge. 

Off to the Tipperary area today, and now that we're here, it's not far off.  If nothing goes right for the whole rest of the trip, the two days we've spent here will more than make up for it. 

Stay tuned and enjoy the photos. 

Happy Saturday. 























Colleen, I'll have some for you when we get home. 




























Friday, September 25, 2026

Ireland 2026 - Day One

 











After a great night of much-needed sleep, I'm having a spot of tea here in the Virginia Lodge at Silken Thomas in Kildare, Ireland. 

Sleep and a shower after a 30-hour day of sitting and flying and directing suitcases and getting a rental car and then pushing forward through the rest of the day which included a Guinness and a delicious meal at Silken Thomas--let's just say it hit the spot.

I feel alive and ready to go. 

Our trip has amazingly gone without incident and very smoothly. 

We did not have to pay for luggage in Spokane because our Alaska plane was late. 

We arrived in Dublin yesterday a half hour ahead of schedule. 

My stomach has behaved.  That's big!

We have met some neat people along the way. 

Susan and Steve, seasoned travelers from Port Angeles, headed to some U2 action in Dublin, stood with us at the front of the Aer Lingus line in Seattle.  We hit it off. 

Before deplaning in Dublin, I watched a flight attendant bring a Western straw hat to the lady seated behind us.  It was a Resistol, and I could not resist asking her if she liked horses. 

That needed no thought whatsoever because she had spent a week at a working cattle ranch outside Rexburg, Idaho.  Her name is Sinnead (Shenay), and she was delightful. 

She said she'd signed up for another such experience next year and that she had also traveled to all the neat places in Southern Idaho and Yellowstone. 

So, I told her that next year she needed to tack on a trip to Sandpoint if she wanted to see some really neat places. 

While in Seattle and sitting in the vibrating chairs neat the gate, which require $5 for starters, but going the free route like all the other ladies, I met a nice lady from Skagit County who loves Border Collies.  I never asked her name but did learn that she had been an audiologist and teacher at Western Washington University. 

It's the perks of travel meeting new people AND reconnecting with those you've met several times over last travels.  And, that was the story when we drove into the parking lot at Silken Thomas and immediately saw sweet Beata walking our way.  

Her recognition of the people in the car brought an immediate halt and hello.  Once we were inside, a hug party ensued with Beata and Caroline.  Out came the cell phones and photos of Beata's new grandson and Caroline's 16-year-old son who represents Ireland in cycling competitions. 

We knew during those moments we had arrived HOME.  And, we'll repeat that same feeling a few times more as we travel around this magnificent island, which is beautiful inside and out. 

In our "push forward" mode, Bill and I walked around Kildare and visited St. Brigid's Cathedral where the our family enjoyed our first visit a few years ago. 

St. Brigid is the second best known saint in Ireland, and you can find symbols of her throughout---the St. Brigid's cross being the most predominant. 

She is part myth and part historical---a blend, so to speak and she is revered in this country.  I've mentioned before that various spellings of Brigid are a common Irish name.  We have at least one Bridgit in our family ancestry.  

AND,  the nickname is Bridie, not to be confused with Birdie.  Any follower of this blog knows that our dog Bridie is named after Bridie, the manager of THE BAR on the Aran Island of Inis Mor, whom we hope to see in a few days along with her wonderful sidekick Mary Ratcliffe.  

Lots of stuff to look forward to and so far so good on this trip.  We could not believe that it did not rain for our welcome here yesterday, which made the first day all the better. 

Stay tuned.  

I'll keep posting additional photos throughout the days on my Facebook promotion for the blog, and I'll do my best to add some mutterings as we travel along our way in this place that we both consider a Heaven on Earth! 

We'll probably go see some horses today and walk the Curragh Plain. 

Top o' the morning to ya!💚💚💚 



















Beata and Caroline, great ladies!












For my friend Trish Gannon