Tuesday, September 18, 2012

A wee visit to the Emerald Isle...

Hi there! I'm back after a lovely few days in Ireland. We flew into Dublin and spent a couple of days exploring this amazing, historic, busy and bustling city before hopping on a bus to Ciaran's hometown of Downpatrick in Northern Ireland. Here rugged mountains and rolling hills provided the backdrop to many a bracing walk and I took the opportunity to breath as much fresh air as possible before heading back to London town. I'm looking forward to sharing some more photos later in the week but in the meantime, here's a whistle-stop Instagram roundup of our holiday!


Here we are with Ciaran's younger brother Declan and his lovely wife Hannah. Hannah is an awesome photographer and you can take a wee peek at her photographs here.


My Goodness My Guinness! We had a fair few scoops of the black stuff - I can only manage a half pint at a time though!


Beautiful Hydrangeas blooming in Ciaran's Ma & Pa's garden despite the windy Autumn weather!


The Stags Head is a cosy pub in Dublin - dating back to 1790's, James Joyce was a frequent visitor.


We were completely overwhelmed by a surprise family party featuring one of the biggest cakes I've seen! It was a real treat not to do the baking on this occasion and I'll remember it forever.


The countryside surrounding Downpatrick is breathtaking and you don't have to travel far in any direction to find dramatic landscapes. We went for a walk along Strangford Loch where the woods meet the water and even found a little crab nestled amongst the rocks!


Stormy weather over the Mourne Mountains.





I ate some of the freshest oysters I've ever encountered at Mourne Seafood Dundrum - a fantastic little seafood restaurant serving fresh to death, locally caught fish and shellfish. The menu changes every day depending on what the fishermen bring home. Look out for £15 lobster Wednesdays.

1 comment:

  1. Favourite pub in Stoke Newington is the Old Shillelagh, feat. rabble rousing musicians every Friday. Last Friday we read aloud James Joyce's love letters to Nora Barnacle in situ. Warning!! Takes 50 Shades of Grey (presumably, haven't read) and turns it onto 100 Shades of OMG.

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