After spending a month with a tribe of goats, waddling of ducks, and peep of chickens, plus a dog and yet another excellent ginger tom, in Ireland, we decided we liked it so much we’d go back. Here are our highlights from across the two house-sits.
Mel – I miss James, Marmalade and the goats, but I don’t miss the bruises from Billy’s horns.
Nick – Baby goats are very cute, some dogs suit human names, ginger tomcats are always brilliant.
Mel – The rocks at Downpatrick head. Could have stood there forever watching the waves.
Nick – In front of the 4,300 year old Scots Pine tree at the heart of Céide Fields visitor centre.
Mel – Lying on my back in the grass after I’d fallen while running away from Billy’s butting. Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, I chose to just lay there for a while chuckling to myself. Oh and the seaweed bath, best bath ever.
Nick – Watching the waves crash in on the coast near the sea stack at Downpatrick Head.
Mel – Watching the ducks wandering about, always together, always in a line.
Nick – Friday nights at An Bolg Buí Pub in Ballina. A two-piece band with guitar and double bass playing Irish ballads alongside tunes by the Beatles, Leonard Cohen and others.
Food and drink
Mel – Definitely the fish and chips, sporks are awesome.
Nick – Eating fish and chips in an increasingly steamed up car in Ballina car park. We had planned to go for a proper sit down meal, but, unbeknownst to us, Ireland is a booze-free place on Good Friday and everything is closed. Lesson learnt.
It made me think…
Mel – Ireland is much better without the tourism. I know that they need the money it brings, but I hope that this bit stays as unspoilt as it can.
Nick – How did that potato waffle end up in the river at Westport?
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