We arrived in Dingle, one the prettiest places we have seen so far in the south west of Kerry. Afeter a stroll, we found a bar, called Dick Mack’s, an old haberdashery and shoe shop like it was when the barman’s grandfather left it when he closed the doors. Being only the size of our kitchen, it was a bit of a squeeze for 30 people, three musicians and lots of Guinness. We met and spoke for a couple of hours to an American college counselor and her daughter, a French woodcutter from Toulouse, an Irish Interior designer from Waterford and the Dingle local musician who told us that Julia Roberts, to get away from it all, sat in the corner of Dick Macks for a week. He sang a few bars of Waltzing Matilda when he heard me speak. This place might have half convinced me to do up the room under the house as I originally planned. This holiday is creating too much work for me!
We have had sun for 2 days which makes the Dingle Peninsula even more stunning than it is supposed to be. The coast road hugs the cliff tops and there was so much to see that we drove the 50 km in 6 hours. Ancient stone churches, cliff forts, famine cottages, cliff top vista, beaches, it was too much for Sharon. She’s having a nap.
Dingle sounds like absolute magic! At the rate you’re going you’ll be having too much fun to come home! Enjoy! ( but not that much that you don’t want to come home). Oh please take it easy abc avoid heading to England fir a while huh? There are some pretty scary scene’s coming out of London!