When we had visited our new friends’ house for dinner, I noticed she had made a pavlova for dessert. My one major collection is my cookbooks and when we travel, I buy a cookbook from the place we’ve visited. So when I saw her bring out her pavlova with the chocolate drizzled strawberries on top…ooh, I knew I had met my expert who could advise me on a good Irish cookbook. My question precipitated an invitation to join them for a walk along the cliffs and then a visit to a well-known cookery school on Monday. So Monday morning we drove back down to Cobh to meet them for our walk. This turned out to be my very favorite FAVORITER, favoritest thing we did the whole time and was our favorite scenery and oh, it was the day I think back on when I think back to our trip. There’s really not much for me to say about our hike, except to show you the pictures. Hopefully they capture a bit of the beauty.
We drove from Cobh over to Ballycotton…which is right on the Atlantic. It was just us and a windy day. We passed maybe four people on the hike. They’ve created a little dirt path that follows the cliffs and walks you through farmer’s fields (with little concrete twisty things – like a turnstile – that you have to twist through…this is so the animals can’t get out.)
Finally! Someone to walk with! Steve laughs at me, because in our vacation pics, there’s always just a ton of the back of me. I walk way ahead of everyone else. Which is not my fault. It’s the way I was raised – the Massey influence in my life. “So much to see and do! Don’t dawdle! Get to work!” But here, I had met my match in Ann…the fastest walker this side…er, that side of the Atlantic!
This yellow-flowering bush is the gorsebush. Remember gorsebush? Eeyore gets stuck in it? Which made me think of my dad. Which made me sad. But sad in a good way, if that’s possible. I knew he would have loved hearing my stories of Ireland. Remember his interest (obsession?) in St Patrick? On St Patrick’s Day, we went to a service at night where the pastor talked about the real St Patrick. I was blinking back tears, knowing Dad would have loved to hear the sermon spoken in an Irish brogue in Ireland. Sniff.
We walked (Maybe a mile and half? mile?) to this little hidden beach.
Steve tests the waters to see if he could just swim back home.
Back to the start for our picnic.
Lighthouse – at the begining of the trail. Remember our obsession with lighthouses? It was fun to see one here!