Here are a few images of what caught my eye on St Patrick’s day yesterday in Sneem. As you may have noticed, I am posting this the day after the big celebrations hence the half working brain, hence the very visual post without too many words. Sure it’s grand sure.
You know things do happen after the pub. Well good news; I didn’t go home with a chicken or a cow but with my still standing Irish man.
And of course I put my green on. I spotted that dress in a charity shop a few weeks ago and immediately thought “Paddy’s Day”. A great investment for 3 euros as it will be worn again and again. The little jacket is green velvet; also a thrift shop find that I adore from years ago. Green is probably my favorite color.
Aaand some more stuff. I didn’t buy anything by the way although I now quite fancy that creepy little monkey from the first photo.
There is no image of the parade as I really wasn’t in a prime spot for taking photos.
Here, let’s end this on a very high note with the King and some fancy things on a table.
Sundays are usually spent exploring the Sneem vicinity, looking for places we haven’t been to yet. The beach was the loose plan for today but we ended up exploring old buildings -the old hospital- between Sneem and Caherdaniel.
I have this thing with old buildings. There’s something about the raw beauty emanating from the ivy covered stone walls that attracts me. I like imagining how a household was organised. How many fireplaces? Was there a second floor? How many people were living here?
Mama Nature’s in charge
How many fire places were in this building?
Then, you just turn around -or look up- and there is the best frame, for the best view. Ever.
We also made a stop at the beach.
Layers of the most wonderful green.
Were the trim on my hand warmer and the sea lettuce separated at birth?
As I know sea lettuce is edible and that one did look quite fresh, I brought it back home and did a little research online about it. I’ve learned that it is best to use seaweeds that are still attached to the rocks when -responsibly- harvested or, if detached, that you’ve actually seen being brought in by a tide. That beautiful sea lettuce will finish its cycle as an organic fertilizer in the garden. All’s well that ends well.
Just last week I was writing about my veggie garden. Well, I am now miles away from it, having moved a few days ago from the east to the wild west of Ireland (County Kerry). I was warned it is wild. Especially in the winter. As a matter of fact, there is an orange weather alert in effect for today. Woah! Orange only comes before red after all. I guess that’s what you get for moving so close to the wild Atlantic. I had a chance to explore my new backyard in dry and more comfortable weather the first few days I was here. To my delight, the Kerry Way, one of Ireland’s longest hiking trail at over 200 km, runs just behind our place. So I got on my bike and couldn’t believe my eyes, just like a little girl realizing how vast and beautiful her new playground is. Exciting times ahead, in the rain, or in the dry.
And this is where my (our) quest took me (us); in County Kerry, in the wild West of Ireland. Well, I’m not alone on this adventure; my man is on it as well. But I’ll keep using the first person. Just because.
As some of you already know, I live in county Wexford, Ireland. Ireland, yeah! When Ireland is mentioned, people will often have this romantic idea of sheep peacefully grazing on endless rolling green hills. A leprechaun might even come running through that mental image cheerfully screaming a loud “top of the morning to you!”. That’s nice and I guess, as an expat living here, that’s unconsciously -or not- what I’m going for.
Come on! Look at these hills! And the sheep! My boyfriend (Irish) doesn’t understand my fascination with sheep. They are everywhere here. I find them kind of exotic and fun to look at as we don’t have them in such an overwhelming number in Quebec. Yep, I still take pictures of sheep. And I have learned that sheep will never take an “s”; one sheep, two sheep (English isn’t my first language, please forgive me).
So have I found a house? Have I come to the right place? I think it’s the right place but will I find a house? I might let you know in the next episode. Or not (I’m not so good at this blogging thing), but you’ll find out eventually. Just as you do in this video. So random, I know, but I couldn’t help it.