A and I just got back from ten days in Ireland – well, ten days for me, a week for him. We packed a lot in. So much so in fact that if I wrote it all down it would be as long as Peig though with considerably more restaurant meals. We:

• Had our bags lost by Aer Lingus – and found again 48 hours later (phew, especially as we were going to a wedding)
• Resolved never to check a laptop in again (IT WAS THE FIRST TIME I EVER DID IT)
• Had a fabulous meal at Fade Street Social thanks to wedding present vouchers. 
• Went to a wedding in Kilkenny which was great fun and also my first Samoan-English-Irish wedding 
• Stayed at the Cashel Palace Hotel which is lovely, like something left behind from the 19th century in a good way
• Climbed the Rock of Cashel which seems to be very popular with Italians these days – who knew?
• Had afternoon tea in the Park Hotel in Kenmare where we saw Francis himself!
• Took 5 nieces and nephews to the Dingle funfair where they won an arsenal of plastic toy swords and guns 
• Dined in many great places in Dingle, which is the ‘foodie capital of Kerry’ as my jeans can now testify – highlights were Fentons and Out of the Blue
• Ate Murphy’s Ice Cream – made from the milk of Kerry cows 
• Watched the Rose of Tralee festival – completing A’s induction into Irish popular culture.
• It was lovely.