Thursday, September 15, 2016

Kinsale, County Cork

Kinsale is an historic port and because of its protected habour was hard to capture. 


While the Wild West Atlantic is stormy and dramatic, the people who lived here even thousands of years ago paddled in and and out in dugout boats using the tides' ebb and flow to trade their wares. But they had only a window of four hours to get out and back.

The Spanish armada tried four times to gain a foothold here unsuccessfully. It's a casual touristic town with friendly people and the more we travel the more I realize that we are mostly good, hardworking  people who read and are frightened by too much bad news.

All was wetness and damp until the afternoon.


                    From this --


                        To this.


          Glimmering in the mist.


              Everthing glistening.


Even cactus wearing rubber boots.


      And hundreds of spiderwebs.




   Irish green and too wet to sit.


   Today 15 classic sports cars rolled into the hotel parking lot. The owners are members of the Europe Classic 2016 group.What a sight it was and there was Bob tossed back in time and yearning for his yellow TR3.




  Most roads are lined by hedgerows that hide rock under the bushes.


   This fellow is gathering Perwinkle Snails.


 Irish women's fashion is unusual and seems a bit dated. Men in vogue wear tight buttoned shirts, tight stove pipe pants ending at above the back of pointed toe leather shoes.



    
    Bob's birthday dinner at Fishy Fishy.

Tomorrow we leave for Killarney and then the spectacular Ring of Kerry. I hope things have cooled down in Ontario. Be well!













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