Sunday , April 24 Dingle to Doolin

Irish Lass on Dingle Bay

A little walking tour of Dingle takes us to Goat Street, an address associated with the Brosnan Clan and then to St Mary’s Church where the Bresnahan ancestors were parishioners.

We say good-bye to Dingle with a promise to return. 

The driving has been a challenge well met, but each morning we start out on the right (wrong) side of the road. Only for a few seconds though as the passengers sound the alarm and we jerk back to the left (correct) side. 

We start out on a lane so narrow there are dandelions growing on the center line.

Our destination is Doolin. We drive through Irish countryside admiring the stone fences lining roads and delineating fields. Stones are stacked to perfection. Inexplicable that they fit together so well and have stood that way for hundreds of years.

Passing through Limerick we search out the Milk Market for lunch. We arrive after most booths have closed but we find a good lunch from what’s left. The fish and chips are once again, amazing! From what we see Limerick is a tough looking city. The recession is evident in this sector.

There are few trees, thanks to the English. In the 1600’s English forests were diminished and so the trees in Ireland were used to fuel English industry and build English ships. They helped themselves, because they could. Criminal.

Tonight we stay in an Airbnb: the Doolin House. It is a two-story three-bedroom house with a nice living area, three bathrooms and a kitchen. A quick trip to a tiny grocery store yields a homemade pasta dinner. We decompress with a relaxing evening at “home”.

Doolin House
(Ray of Light beaming towards another Ray of Light)