Feckin' old stuff

Trip Start May 22, 2009
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Trip End Feb 16, 2010


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Flag of Ireland  , County Donegal,
Monday, July 13, 2009

Nice day of sun and cloud for cycling today.  We decided to continue to take it easy considering Brian's health the last few days.  Finally had some views of mountains while we rode.  Even got to do a bit of sight seeing along the way.  We passed through 'Yeats Country' where he never lived, but visited and wrote about, and is buried.  So we did the tacky tourist thing and went to see his grave.  I don't know too much about the man or his writings, but one of his poems resonates with me. 

The Lake of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree
    And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive fore honey-bee,
    And live along in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

    Dropping from the veils of the morning to were the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
    And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
    I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the stone'
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
    I hear it in the deep heart's core. 

We also clambered around Creevykeel tombs.  If I had to pick one thing to describe Ireland with, at this point it would be cemeteries.  Whether it's recent ones, old ones, or megalithic ones, they seems to be an abundance of dead people, and the workings to preserve the memories of them.  New graves are visited often and the leavings of treasures are seen.  Old ones are perched high overlooking beautiful watery vistas.  Ancient ones are at the heart of the country and their claim to fame.  The Creevykeel was a very large and elaborate tomb with several entries, carnes and the like.  Much of what we are seeing we do not understand or cannot place.  Dated to have been built in the 3rd millenieum before Christ!  Seeing these types of burial chambers with large stones resting on tope gives me another mage when thinking about where Christ was laied to rest and when they speak of moving away the stone...

Arrived at the campground in just enough time to set up the tent before a deluge of rain hit and slemp the afternoon away.  Seems as though it's my turn to battle the cold and the sore throat is here. 

Notes on Irish swearing:


1)  It's always a running joke about hot the Irish swear.  Well, aparantly they start em young!  The other day Brian was sitting in the campsite and kids were running through having a great time going up and down the dunes.  A little guy, maybe 4, was scared of going down the steep slope and stayed at the top.  His friend ran back to him and yelled:  'ye feckin' comin', Shaemus?!'

2)  I was in the bathroom and heard a young girl singing her heart out and it made me smile.  Soon her song turned to 'Billy Jean' which made me laugh.  All the while I could hear her Dad waiting for her outside with the occasional shouts to hurry up.  Then her song was one that I hadn't heard before with:  'feckin' this and feckin' that' and still Dad only commented on when she might be done.  Eventually her song changed again to some sort of drinking song which curled my toe-nails with the colourful language.  So much for the happy image of a sweet little girl singing in the loo :)
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lakeside caravan and campground

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