Wednesday and Thursday – Quiet

My trusty Canon G7X Mark II has taken a two-day rest, so no photos from today in the post. Actually it is the photographer (your trusty admin) who has taken a rest from using it. At the end I’ve posted a potpourri of photos taken by Elaine

Wednesday morning arrived with the sun still shining. But, as predicted, the clouds soon rolled in. By early evening it was raining lightly. We had a nice do-nothing day. We both did our walks into town in the morning. After lunch at home we walked back into town in the afternoon to try a new (for us) pub. We stopped in at the MacCártaìg Pub on Goat Street. It’s been in the MacCarthy family since the 1800’s. We met a pretentious American woman customer who now lives in Mexico. She is travelling with a man she barely knows, is staying in a hostel, drives a Volkswagen bug, is the daughter of a three-star general, and knows all about everything. We left after one beer to escape her.

On to the reliable Dingle Pub where we chatted with a nice couple from Maine and a young woman (from Chandler, AZ) travelling alone. Then it was home to rest.

We had dinner at Ashe’s (Glenbeigh oysters and turbot for me; gambas and hake for Elaine – no camera with us). After dinner we moved two doors up to the crammed pack full Dingle Pub. The woman (Lynn) from Chandler was there and we successfully negotiated our ways to the back of the bar where we found seats. David Geaney danced (between bar-tending and waiting on tables) and Richie entertained with Dreams of Freedom. We gave Lynn a lift back to Pax House (her B&B) before heading home to #23 Ard Na Mara for bed.

Thursday was a day of rain, overcast, and fog save for a brief spell of sun late afternoon. So we decided on another quiet day at home. We did a bit of shopping for tonight’s dinner – a store bought SuperValu fish pie – which turned out to be edible but not memorable. We did drive the 10 kilometers to Ballyferriter (Baile an Fheirtéaraigh in Irish) for lunch. In Irish, Bally means town or township or townland, so Ballyferiter is Ferriter’s Town. The Ferriters settled here way back in late medievil period. We ate at the small hotel in town – Ceann Sibeal. We got there shortly afternoon to beat the tour buses that often stop there for lunch. None appeared during our pleasant lunch. I had the best seafood chowder EVER and traditional Irish lamb stew. Elaine skipped the starter and enjoyed chicken goujons for her main.

Naps, reading, and television consumed time after lunch. We especially like watching the UK series Four in a Bed. At 4:00 I went to the Dingle Pub for a pint. After cocktails and dinner (the fish pie) at home, it was off to bed.

Photo Potpourri
(None from yesterday or today)
(All taken by Elaine on her Sony Cyber-shot DSC-W830)

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