I’ve been in Dungarvan for almost a week now and whenever I tell someone that I’m visiting they ask, “How long you home for?” I love it! (Though my husband just asked the question of me in a very different tone after he discovered I’d left a tissue in the pocket my jeans before he washed them:). The people here have been incredibly hospitable or “brilliant” as I’ve noted is a common compliment here. I now know where the Tobin garrulous gene comes from. You can strike up a conversation with anyone here and have difficulty extricating yourself from it. I’m not complaining, but am grateful for the discovery. It’s in the gene pool!
Yesterday Gerry and I took a lovely hike along the The Cliff Walk, in Ardmore, home of St. Declan (5th Century monk), with our friend Tommy Mooney who acted as tour guide and local historian. We visited St. Declan’s Well, which Tommy informed us is never dry even during droughts, and the ruins of St. Declan’s Monastery.
The views were stunning. I took so many pictures I’m finding it difficult to choose one or two or three to post. After our walk we were joined for soup and bread at The Cliff House by Tommy’s wife Anne who gifted us with homemade brown bread and fresh eggs, which we enjoyed for this morning’s breakfast.
And as if the day hadn’t been nice enough we were treated to traditional Irish music last evening. The RTE (Radio Televison Eire) lived taped the band Danu’ during the Celtic Media Festival (that’s two festivals in my one week in Dungarvan mind you). Before they came on stage we heard from many local traditional Celtic groups, including the aforementioned young band Nuadan from my first day here.
I spoke to one of the young band of brothers (3 0f 4 of them) and he gave me permission to post a picture. When I say traditional I mean I didn’t understand a word of the Gaelic that ninety percent of the audience was speaking, but the appeal of the music is universal. We had a lovely evening with our friends Tom and Carmel Keith whom I’d run into on my first day here and who translated for us. As the pictures are worth a thousand words I’ll end by saying, I’m home for as long as you’ll have me or 90 days as is the rule.