The Road to Dingle

    Dingle, on the southwest coast of Ireland, is one of those picturesque places that seems drawn from a fairy tale.

     The Dingle Peninsula, the Ring of Kerry, and Slea Head command a beauty that is without peer.  We have images to share, but first the road to Dingle offers majesty of its own.

   Glendalough in the Wicklow mountains, the home the hermit like St. Kevin, (remember the previous post-" ...and he threw her right into the lake...) offers scenic beauty and history. 

     The Round Tower was built about a thousand years ago. Few of these remain.

   The Bell Towers were used to call the Monks to prayer.

   One's perspective is enhanced when immersed in artifacts of the 10th century. The manner of construction, the endurance of the building, their role in a monastic life and faith, all play in your mind against the reality of the 21st Century.

     This part of Ireland offers natural wonder

 and a cultural history as well. 

   This Luggala estate was recently sold. It was the mountain castle retreat of one of the Guinness brewing heirs.

  He was a rock music patron and the castle hosted some of the biggest stars in the business. With its lake and surrounding mountains it is an extraordinary "retreat."

  Our journey from Dublin to Dingle was orchestrated, chauffeured and guided by Kay and Jack, both of whom are a wealth of knowledge and wit.

    Thatched houses abound in Adare, and we'll spend more time there in an upcoming post.

The Jaunting Carts of Killarney

     Muckross Manor on Upper Lake Killarney.

    It is an empire of green through Killarney and County Kerry.

 Inch Beach under brooding skies. 

     It is a green nation and speckled with vibrant color, both domestic

     and wild. The resplendent green vistas are dotted with a yellow. It is Furze, a type of gorse. 

     As Californian's Lana and I have become accustomed to having a green season, a gold season and the dry and brown season. Seeing the interior of Ireland and making the drive to Dingle gave us a chance to see why and how Ireland is considered Emerald. 

     It is a wonderful place on this planet to Tog Bog as one of the road signs read. I think it translates as "take it slow."

    Coming up-Dingle, the Peninsula, Slea Head and the Ring of Kerry.  

BEYOND EXPECTATIONS

          "When you have nothing more to say, just drive 
       for a day around the peninsula.
       The sky is tall as over a runway,
       The land without marks, so you will not arrive."
                   Seamus Heaney from The Peninsula    

      If it was only the land and sea, Ireland would provide this globe with a bounty of lyrical word and prose and a beauty beyond beauty. But the soul of those words and the guardians of the beauty are a people, unique perhaps, but certainly abundant of wit, spirit, explorers of the heart and resolutely independent.  

    It was our good fortune to see the Irish Republic with Irish friends, Kay, Willie, Kay and Jack.

     An almost constant companion was beauty and personality. 

     The presence of history and scenic nature are powerful, but this is a nation of a great people, sociable people. 

    Wit is a near constant companion. Consider the scene below...

    Glendalough in County Wicklow is a beautiful setting and the location of an ancient abbey, the home of a venerated Saint, Kevin. 
    Kevin was a pious man and lived as a hermit, shunning social contact, especially women. 
    While he is a canonized Saint and held with regard, there is a popular cultural remembrance of him as well. It is a tale  about drowning a woman who tempted him. 
     In a Song by the Dubliners are the lines

       "One evening he landed a trout, sir
         He landed a big trout.
         When young Kathleen from over the way
         Came to see what the old monk was about...
         
         fol di do fol di do day

         "Well get out o me way, said the Saint
          For I am a man of great piety
          and me good manners I wouldn't taint
          not be mixing with female society."

           fol di do fol di do day

           Oh but Kitty she wouldn't give in
           And when he got home to his rockery
          He found she was seated therein
          A-polishin' up his old crockery

           fol di do fol di do day

           Well he gave the poor creature a shake
           And I wish that the Garda had caught him!
           For he threw her right into the lake
           And, be Jaysus, she sank to the bottom

    A closer look at Ireland is onboard in coming posts.

     There is an Irish castle in the charming County Meath village of Trim, and chances are you have seen it, on the big screen, but not "where" you might expect. 

       We'll see how the land of writers celebrates the word and the wordsmiths. 

        There is an Irish social current I wish US citizens could take upon themselves. I can only assume it is born of a desire for Independence, not unlike that of our ancestors 245 years ago.
      Ireland declared their independence from the United Kingdom in 1919, following the Easter Uprising of 1916. There was struggle and bloodshed. Today the Republic is a place of pride and the history is close of mind. And in the North, there are still troubles.

            "And drive back home, still with nothing to say

        Except that now you will uncode all landscapes

        By this: things founded clean on their own shapes,

        Water and ground in their extremity."

                             Seamus Heaney

         

        Come along for an Irish journey.

        See you down the trail.