We have arrived in Kenmare in Southwest Ireland, where we'll spend the next few days at a lovely cottage along Main Street.
It was quite a drive yesterday to get here from Clifden. We went through Galway, Adair and Killarney before the final leg of the drive through beautiful Killarney National Park.
Tour buses and lots of other traffic put these sheep into a frenzy. First, they ran single file down the road before deciding that the brick wall would be a safer place to stay until the traffic thinned out.
We observed that they're kinda like turkeys OR maybe turkeys are like sheep. It takes one courageous leader, then the rest follow.
We are within walking distance of pretty much anything we want to do in town. Last night's activities involved meeting with Willie and Debbie who are staying at a home not far from the school where the Halloween basketball camp is being held.
Both were tired yesterday after working through most of the day with about 80 aspiring players, both boys and girls, ranging from 6-7 to 17.
They'll go at it again today, and we're thrilled to know that today the son of the fiddler last night at the brew pub will join in on the clinic today.
We are looking forward to enjoying all aspects of Kenmare and the surrounding area during our stay.
We love our cottage. It's where we stayed during last spring's visit here.
Since then, Rosemary, the owner and an artist, has assembled an array of neat sculptures in the courtyard leading to our abode, which is filled with local art.
Plus, the flowers outside are still blooming, so it's a colorful, comfortable and charming place to stay.
Today's photos include an assortment from the towns we passed through on yesterday's drive.
Enjoy the photos and the video.
Happy Wednesday.
Portions of two sculptures in our courtyard.
The best dish ever: steak and potato cakes from the Brew House in Kenmare.
Willie liked his meatloaf too.
How much is that doggie in the Kenmare window?
Coach Love and some of his players in the afternoon session.
Downtown Killarney. I spent my first night ever in Ireland at Killarney, so it has special meaning.
That was when Annie and I came to visit in 2011.
I lit this candle yesterday in Adair at the Holy Trinity Abbey with hopes of better, kinder times for all who live in America.
Maria at the Adair Woolens, whose family has lived in Adair for ten generations, has to keep telling Bill each fall that the ice cream cone shop has closed for the winter.
Below: the door to our lovely cottage.
For Glory and Jim . . . 💚
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