Ireland

On Tuesday, after Glendalough we drove through the mountain pass roads, until we came upon the mighty Glenmacnass waterfall. There were some people gathered at the top, and some whisky barrels, but no evidence of people going over the falls in them.

“It’s not Niagra, but it’s the best we can do for you, Bill.”
–Tommy

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Martine and I had a couple of hours to ourselves on Tuesday, so we headed out to Brittas Bay, just north of Arklow.

We also took a quick video of the beach. Watch closely, there’s something at the end you might miss.

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We began our Sunday journey north to Glendalough (GLEN-duh-LOCK for you ‘mericuns) with a brief stop at a holiday home for some anonymous Dubliner. Tommy insisted it was named the Fairy Castle, but I didn’t ask, and it didn’t tell. Not even when I walked around the property snapping photographs. Tommy generously offered to drive away without me should the Gardaí come along.

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Sanie and I took an ambling southerly walk from the South Quay.

These three fishing boats have been abandoned long enough that a notice has been put in the local paper announcing that unless they’re claimed, the town will have them destroyed.

These three are still in use.

We continued our stroll down the south beach, which is fairly rocky.  In the distance you can see a RoadStone quarry, beyond which lies Clogga beach.

As you can see, there’s very little sand on the beach the day we were out, but it varies from this to sandy depending on the tides and the time of year.

After hiking south around the RoadStone quarry, we arrived at Clogga Beach and a view that practically screams “Ireland”.

We sat on rocks and watched the Irish Sea before heading back north towards Arklow Golf Club, which stretches out along the south beach.

Once inside the secret back gate we walked the length of the course to the club house and enjoyed a pint.

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And I heard the Irish were friendly.

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