Today is Thursday and it is also the day we headed to Derry. We got up, inhaled a continental breakfast, walked to the ferry landing, and most of us fell asleep on the 45 minute ride. Then came the two hour bus journey to lunch. On the way we stopped and visited W.B. Yeats' grave and read poetry. It was quite an interesting, and beautiful location. The poem Mrs. PH read contained Yeats’ epithet and described the beautiful scenery where he wanted to spend his eternal rest.
We then stopped at the beautiful and mystical faerie land of Glencar Falls. There, a bunch of the crew found a children's playground and, me, I almost got sick on the little spiny thing (merry-go-round) that seemed vampiric and bloodthirsty and not that merry. That woozy cast wobbled onto the bus and conked out till we arrived at Sligo. There, in Sligo, we stopped for lunch and my group bought a spiral cake, for six euro, for our dining pleasure. We were then back on the bus for another 2.5 hour bus ride to Derry.
In Derry we got to take over a B&B and "run amok" within boundaries of course. Then, we had dinner at the allocated dinning establishment of the night, Frankie Ramsey's Fish and Chips for fabulous, dare I say, the best, fish and chips I have had up till now. Then we ambled back to our lodgings for a night bursting with dogs barking and mysterious ladies strolling the streets near infamous and memorable Abbey Street flats.
Love, Peter
We then stopped at the beautiful and mystical faerie land of Glencar Falls. There, a bunch of the crew found a children's playground and, me, I almost got sick on the little spiny thing (merry-go-round) that seemed vampiric and bloodthirsty and not that merry. That woozy cast wobbled onto the bus and conked out till we arrived at Sligo. There, in Sligo, we stopped for lunch and my group bought a spiral cake, for six euro, for our dining pleasure. We were then back on the bus for another 2.5 hour bus ride to Derry.
In Derry we got to take over a B&B and "run amok" within boundaries of course. Then, we had dinner at the allocated dinning establishment of the night, Frankie Ramsey's Fish and Chips for fabulous, dare I say, the best, fish and chips I have had up till now. Then we ambled back to our lodgings for a night bursting with dogs barking and mysterious ladies strolling the streets near infamous and memorable Abbey Street flats.
Love, Peter