Over night something had happened. We had turned our watches back over thirty years. It was Sunday and Dublin was closed for business. Those not at mass were tucked up in bed asleep after yet another Saturday night of frivolity and boozing. It comes as no surprise that over 40% of Ireland are under 40 years of age. Also after many years of the good times they are really having hard times with the recession. Not in the same league as the PIGS (Portugal, Italy, Greece and Spain) nations but nonetheless still not doing well.
Then onto see the St.Patricks cathedral seen right. There are two cathedrals within spitting distance. Apparently one was inside the old walled city and the other was outside. So now both are really close.
After the morning city tour we went on an optional to Glendalock . This was the site of an ancient Monastery where it is the resting place of St.Kevin. A saint who ranks next to St. Patricks in the hall of Irish Saints.
Seen to the right is the only surviving Tower with a stone roof. Built around 1024 AD it has survived throughout the ages. It enabled the monks to survive the various raids from the Vikings/Danes.
Seen below is the resting place of St.Kevin. Dorothy our guide is on the right of The Gallic Cross.
So that's the Saints. Who's the sinner. Molly Malone the famous cockleshell seller, known by the locals as the Tart with the cart.
Tomorrow we leave Dublin and Ireland and return to Britain, much to Lois's relief. Though I thought Ireland pretty Lois thought that it was a bit boring in parts. The Ring of Kerry she felt looked like much of the countryside around Warnambool.
As I write I am watching a semi-final between Kildare and Dow in the All Ireland Gallic final. I am supporting Dow as they are in Red and Black.
Neil & Lois
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