
Across the harbor from Kinsale is James Fort. Nice views of Kinsale and surrounding area. Although difficult to see, there is a moat around the fort.




Very Picturesque!
Next post will be of Dingle.

National Museum of Ireland. As you enter and look up, this is what you will see. We went just after opening and it became fairly crowded soon thereafter. This was the only photo I took.

Packing our rental vehicle was a planned out operation. All of the luggage could only fit in one way to allow space in the third seat for our granddaughter to hide out. Good that she is double jointed and fairly thin. I don’t know how she survived two weeks surrounded by luggage. Months earlier, when planning the trip, we had requested a 6 passenger van, which they actually had on the lot the day we picked this up, but we couldn’t use it and had to settle for this VW SUV.

Coastal town of Kinsale. Really picturesque village. The fellow in the white shorts is our grandson, Adam. We stayed in a three story Airbnb that had some interesting quirks about it, like a door to a lanai that closes and locks behind you. We had to put our washed clothes outside on racks to dry and in going out, this door closed behind us.



The harbor of Kinsale.


Strolling about town.

It’s good to know where the end of the world is.

St. Anns, Dublin. This is the Anglican version of St. Anns. There is also a Catholic version of St. Anns Church in Dublin. I guess there was a shortage of saints, so…….?

We took a day trip to of Dublin to a Neolithic site called the Hill of Tara. This was on the path towards to hill and the ancient site.




No Neolithic in Ireland would be complete without the ever present sheep.

Our Family next to the bus we had for the day. We had an amazing guide for the day who was full of info to share as well as humor. Left to right in the photo: Jess ( our daughter in law), yours truly, our son, Ian ( his son, with the ginger hair), Elliott, our daughter Larissa, behind Elliott ( she kept on task, organized and busy throughout our trip in Scotland, Ireland and Northern Ireland; her son Adam, my wife, Dianna, Maddy, our granddaughter peeking around Dianna and Mark, our son in law.
My next post will take us to Kinsale, Ireland. Thanks for coming along!!

Grafton Street, Dublin

St. Andrews Church, Dublin.

River Liffey, Dublin. One of the many bridges that cross the Liffey River in Dublin.
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Ha’Penny Bridge, Dublin.

St. Andrews Church.

Trinity College, Dublin.

Trinity College, Dublin.

Signage in two languages. Pretty common throughout Ireland. There is and has been for some time, a concerted effort to save their native language, Gaelic.

Trinity College Library. They are in the process of restoring most of the volumes so I would say about half are offsite, in some sort of cleaning and restoration. Still a pretty cool place and a very popular one.




8 years late in getting these posted. Life can be distracting 😉.

Abandoned, Ireland, 2016.

Finished 3rd round of chemo a couple of weeks ago. That part is going as one would expect- usual side effects that pass after a week or so. My anemia is negatively affected by the chemo so I now have to get a Retacrit shot every week ( side effect of the shot is a constant, massive headache 🤕). As much as I like the staff at the clinic….seeing them weekly was not on my radar. The normal weekly dose of Retacrit is 20K units. I’m given 40K! It’s become a real battle between Anemia and Cancer 🤷🏼♂️😙. A bit absurd, but what can you do? It’s fun to watch the doctors as they react to these skirmishes.
The fourth ( and perhaps last 🤞🏻) chemo is coming up on Tuesday, next week.Enjoying feeling normal -relatively speaking-for the next few days.
The title of this blog post is a reference to a song lyric by Dublin singer, songwriter, writer & guitar player, Keeley Moss. Her band, KEELEY, is pretty amazing. Like me, she is a True Crime buff, and has a WordPress blog, The Keeley Chronicles, which is dedicated to the 36 years old, still unsolved murder ( in Larne, Northern Ireland-Ballypatrick Forest)of 18 year old German student/tourist, Inga Maria Hauser, in 1988. It’s a heartbreaking case that Keeley Moss has presented in a multitude of chapters or posts on her blog, with sensitivity and insight.
Anyway, here is a shot of me during round 3 of chemo, recently. Not bad for almost 73! Lol!! No close ups allowed! I’m more comfortable being on the other side of the camera lens 😉.

My best to all!
Don’t sweat the small stuff.
💪🏻👍🏻💙.

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