Sean Ogs Hotel Gorey

87 year old Jimmy welcomed me into his house from his chair by the blazing fire. 'Play a tune for me,' he ordered, and he sat back in his woolly jumper with his crooked old finger indicating the fiddle case in my hand. I duly sat and opened the case. Having tightened the bow and checked the strings were in tune, I perched upright on the edge of the chair and placed the fiddle under my chin. Jimmy cocked his nearest ear (complete ...

October 13, 2009 Entry

I (Sean), on behalf of Mel and myself, must apologize for falling behind in our blog entries. It turns out internet in Ireland is both expensive (the price in the town we are in right now works out to 7 dollars for an hour), and quite slow. However, the town library has free internet, thus this entry (however, it blocks out Hotmail, so we still can't receive e-mails yet).

[**Note: Bob, Bev, Barrie and Cathy- do ...

... the wind whipping into them, so we didn't linger. We cleaned the sand from our feet and sauntered back down the lane to the house.
This was our most relaxing night and day of our trip. It makes me feel calm and serene when I think about it. Some day we'll go back and stay a few more days.
After our walk, we packed up and headed to the Dublin airport to return the car. The hustle & bustle began on the M50.

EXPLORING THE WICKLOW MOUNTAINS

The Military Road weaves its way through the rugged Wicklow Mountains south of Dublin. A thin ribbon of asphalt the only visible sign of mans intervention in the purple, heather clad landscape. The road was quite a feat of engineering when constructed by the British Redcoats in the aftermath of the 1798 Rebellion. Its purpose - to allow easy access to a region untamed by the power of the most powerful empire of the time. The route traverses some ...