Apologies for the lack of bloggage last weekend. I’m sure you all felt the blog’s absence keenly. It’s because I was gallivanting again, though this time within the borders of my own country. Our hillwalking club descended en masse to Sneem in Co. Kerry, in the south-west corner of Ireland.
Kerry is one of the most popular tourist spots in Ireland, and it’s hard to describe its beauty without resorting to cliché. Majestic. Spectacular, Scenic. So as with my Iceland post a couple of weeks ago, I’ve decided to concentrate on Kerry’s little quirks, and the county is full of them.
Here’s a flavour of some of the gloriously random things I encountered on my travels
A sign warning walkers about stray golf balls, describing them as dangerous projectiles
A bridge with a dizzying view of water hurtling beneath a grille
A pub with a fictional menu and lasagne the texture of biscuit
A Dalmatian perched on a street sign
A very concise German charity shop owner – when asked if she had lived in Sneem long, she simply answered, ‘Yes.’
Raspberry sorbet ice cream, eaten on a bench by the river
A red setter stretched out on the steps of the hotel, basking in the sun
A garden filled with pyramids designed to mimic the wattle and daub dwellings of our ancestors
A phantom slice of apple pie
And one man and his goat