I took this while waiting for our flight at Logan Airport!
We came upon this ancient Chapel on the way to the Dingle Penninsula. It is also where the Celtic Cross picture was taken.
A classic Celtic Cross we saw in the graveyard of an ancient Chapel outside of Spa, on the way to the Dingle Penninsula.
Gil wanted a picture of himself with a bottle of Guinness to send to his father. I don't think he wanted one looking so silly!
The Dingle to Tralee Railway ran across this bridge from 1891 to 1953.
We passed this cottage with a burned out roof on the Ring of Kerry.
On the Dingle Penninsula the hills were ridged. Perhaps from years of sheep wearing paths around and around?
Spud led us to the beach at Shangri La, our first nights B&B!
A resort town, with a beautiful beach, had this relic of an old castle overlooking the sea.
The first night B&B in SPA!
Always hoping that someone would take hm for a walk on the beach. (Spud, that is...!)
Spud chases us on the beach at our B&B in Spa. The wall is part of a luxurious Beach Home that had gone completely to seed.
Mary, our hostess at Shangri La, poses with Dave!
Every where you turned were beautiful views of ancient, worn away mountains, green pastures, small lakes and the sea in the distance!
The Ring of Kerry and Dingle Penninsulas catch the eye at every turn!
Goats roamed the hills and these two found themselves caught between a road and a hard spot!
Another of a series of endless splendid vistas on the Dingle Penninsula.
The city ot Tralee, like all in southern Ireland, had a Carribean flavor.
And yet more...hard to stop!
Framed by the yellow flowers of the Laburnum Tree
Bette kisses the Blarney Stone. (Hoping for the gift of gab?)
Gil too was wishing for something!
This view is from the top of the Blarney Castle, right next to the Blarney Stone. Looking down, we have a nice shot of one of the Watch Towers.
Here's where we stayed in Cobh...pronounced 'Cove'!
Inside the main Hall, Gil and Bette wait for our keys!
Our Hostess poses with Gil and Bette
Cobh was a departure point for most of the ships carrying the Irish to America during the potato famine.
Cobh was also the last Port of Departure for the Lusitania and the Titanic....
The colorful townhouses in Cobh reminded us of Bermuda or Barbados.
This odd tower is in Ardmore County Waterford and is simply called 'a round tower'. It was built between 900 and 1200 AD by monks who would move their treasure and themselves up a ladder to the door about 20 feet off the ground to hide and be protected from invading Vikings. (Thanks JS and PJ)
This is the approach to the Waterford Castle. The flowering shrubs were beautiful everywhere, but especially here!
Bette walks toward the main entrance!
Looking downstairs from the second floor where our rooms were located
All four in a picture taken by a friendly barkeep!
The Rhodos in Ireland were huge. These, at Waterford Castle, had to be 30' high and 50' in diameter!
We came upon this fellow as we walked the grounds of Waterford Castle. He was strolling the fairway of the Golf Course.
Here I am in my bathrobe at the Waterford Castle. This is the last night before we fly to the Isle of Man!
We saw the Book of Kells at Trinity College. Along with the Library, beautiful and impressive!
Bette saves our VERY EXCELLENT seats!
Eagles touring for....34 years!!!
