Five of the non-golfers toured the Ring of Kerry on Monday to take in the breathtaking scenery the county has to offer. One of the highlights was a stop at a sheep herding exhibition.
Who knew there were so many different kinds of sheep?
The border collies never took their eyes off of the sheep even during the pre-herding talk.
The dogs were nothing short of amazing, and one of my fellow travelers said the demonstration made her realize that her own dog wasn’t very bright in comparison. Here’s a little sample from our visit. I tried to download a longer video, but wasn’t able to at the hotel. Watch the action up at the top of the screen.
I wish I could smuggle one of these dogs home in my carry on. They’d be handy for herding Studly.
Don’t worry, I’m not drinking double. I ordered a Black and Tan (half Smithwick’s, half Guinness) at Ballybunion today, but had to choose between having it in a Smithwick’s glass or a Guinness glass. I chose the former, but a friend ordered the latter, so I borrowed his glass for demonstration purposes only. Okay, maybe I took a sip.
I forgot to add a toast to yesterday’s blog, so I’ll try to find a good one.
Studly Doright was tired of getting rained on, so instead of venturing out with the group last evening we opted to have dinner in our hotel’s pub, The Punchbowl Bar.
I perused the beer list and asked about a draft called Crean’s. As luck would have it the barkeep said it was brewed locally in Dingle, and she had one remaining glass with the beer’s name on it. Apparently people steal the Crean’s glasses! I promised I wouldn’t abscond with the bar ware and soon I was sipping this lovely little lager.
It’s a good thing I’m walking a bazillion miles a day or I’d be unable to wear any of the clothes I packed.
Studly Doright and his golf buddies played the beautiful course at Old Head on Sunday, not far from where the Lusitania was sunk off the coast of Ireland in 1915, having been torpedoed by German forces.
The course, according to Studly, featured an abundance of hazards and a flair for the dramatic. All along the fairways signs advised players to abandon any balls that fell too close to the cliffs lest players find themselves tumbling down the rocks into the Atlantic. I’m pleased to report that all eight men returned safely to the clubhouse.
Another fine Irish brew, Smithwick’s, or “Smitticks,” as the locals say, was my pick on the fourth day of our trip. This pint was touted as being the finest in the land by the waiter who took my order. I impressed him with my spot on pronunciation, and told him that beer had become my second language.
Yesterday we dropped the golfers off at Tralee Golf Club and then five of us non-golfers went on a scenic drive to Dromore Point, the westernmost point in Europe, with a stop in the fishing village of Dingle.
It was like driving through heaven.
My photos take forever to upload here, so these will have to suffice for now.
After a day of riding a tour bus and touring the Muckross House near Killarney, several of us found a small pub and enjoyed a locally brewed beer. I had the Killarney pilsner. It was lip-smacking good!
Here’s another Irish toast befitting the occasion:
I wish you health, I wish you well, and happiness galore.
I wish you luck for you and friends; what could I wish you more?
May your joys be as deep as the oceans, your troubles as light as its foam.
And may you find, sweet peace of mind, where ever you may roam.