So, probably most people aren’t reading any more, because I have now been home for quite a while, and I put off writing this last post. 

I am going to keep it short and sweet. 

One picture from our walk on Cinque Terre :



And then a picture that show what I looked like all the way back home – train to Milan, flight from Milan to London, 5 hours in Heathrow, and then a plane ride all the way home. 



I am glad that I went but also gad to be home: with my bed, my family, my dog, and the chickens. 

We have no Internet here, so my apologies for the oddness of the blog. I will have to put the pictures at the end.
I last left you on Monday night, well prepared in my mission to buy an Italian leather purse. Tuesday I succeeded In my mission. I bought the purse at a fair trade store, so it is a purse made from happy Italian cows, by happy people in India. I forgot to take a picture, I will show you later.

The rest of the day I spent getting to know the city, walking up and down all the streets and buying more food. Best find of the day was a good source of bread, because Italy may excel at all sorts of food, but the bread is entirely disappointing. The Camrose superstore makes better bread than your average Italian bakery.

On Wednesday I walked to meet mom and her Italian colleagues at the university, and we went on a little trip. We all piled into a car and drove out, into the middle of nowhere Italy (as much as a person can be in the middle of nowhere in Italy). We were going to a foundation that runs an art gallery in a villa, out in the country side.
First, we had lunch. Canadian stomachs can’t wait as long as Italian stomachs for lunch. There were peacocks at the villa, who strutted around asking for food. There were albino peacocks, and one male peacock, who was trying to court the ladies, which means that we got to experience a full on performance, feather shaking and bottom waggling included. After lunch we went into the gallery, mostly there were 20th century Italian painters that I hadn’t heard of, as well as an exhibition on surrealism that I didn’t enjoy, but there was a Monet, a Renoir, and several Cezannes that I enjoyed.

Thursday we toured two churches and a baptistery. This was my first time in an Italian church. It was a bit overwhelming, I stepped in the church and then stopped, I couldn’t process how much there was to look at.
The Baptistry was fascinating, mainly because much of the restoration work had been done very badly, leading to some very unimpressive art work.

Friday we went to look at some leftover arches from a roman bridge.
Then we went to the market, and found a button place! My OCD is particularly fond of sorting through buttons, so we spent a very pleasant time sifting through the vendors entire button collection.
Afterwards we went to a little restaurant down the street. That was one of the best restaurant meals I have ever had.

Saturday we checked out another church.
After lunch, we took the train to Cinque terre. This is a series of five villages along the Mediterranean that are part of a national park. We are staying in Vernazza.
That evening we went to mass in the old church, built 1206.
Today we had good pastries for breakfast. Then we went to Riomaggiore, the first of the five towns, where we had lunch.
All of today and tomorrow it is supposed to rain, with probable thunder showers, so we won’t be doing as much hiking as we had planned.
It is ok though, because this is what our back up plan looks like. (See bottom)




Church 1 from Thursday.


Baptistry. Good art.

Bad art

Church 2.

Roman arches from Friday.

Button sorting.

Good restaurant.



Church on Saturday.

Vernazza harbour

Vernazza church.

This is what today looks like.


This is our back up plan for today and tomorrow.


On my last day in London I figured out how to take the bus and then the tube to go meet mom at Heathrow. She flew in from Canada to London, we met in the airport, and then we flew together to Milan. I was happy to be going even further south, and to not be travelling alone. Flight was fine, got into Milan quite late, stayed at a hotel near the airport. They had a good breakfast buffet. I didn’t take a picture, I was too busy eating breakfast cookies. You have to hand it to the Europeans, they sure do breakfast well.
Then we took a train from Milan to Parma, which is where we are staying.
Mom is doing some work at the university, and I am hanging out eating things.
Parma looks like this



It is mostly not raining here, and warm, and there is sun, so Parma wins the weather prize on this trip.
Our first afternoon in Parma we got settled in our apartment, explored the city a bit, and ate in an Italian restaurant. Which here is just a restaurant. The food was really good, mom had pumpkin filled pasta, and I had a nice steak.
On our first whole day here, Saturday, we spent the whole day buying food. And tablecloths. But mostly food. We are happy to try and eat as local food, but also to shop like the locals. This means that we went to the grocery store to get basics : tea, breakfast cookies, milk, olive oil, yogurt. Then we went to our closest fruit and vegetable store for produce : lettuce, arugula, greens beans, onions, cherries, apples, peaches, tomatoes, radishes, and these

which careful google searching tells us might be a loquat, an Asian fruit that is grown in this area of Italy, and is seasonal right now.
To eat it you peel the skin off and take the pits out, it tastes a bit like a peach/apple combination, different than I had ever tasted.
The man at the fruit and veg store took a shining to us, probably because because Mom’s Italian is functional and we were making a big effort. So he cut up fruit for us to try, and showed us how to eat the loquat, and kept giving us more, but wouldn’t let us pay for it. This is the charm of this sort of shopping, there is a personal connection between customer and vendor. I will go back tomorrow, to buy our next batch of produce, and I will tell him that we liked the arugula, and the loquat, and buy more. A cashier in a grocery store would never have that kind of interaction, couldn’t make that kind of connection.
Back to the story.
Next up was pasta, meat and cheese, which we bought at a sort of a deli. Smoked ham, pecorino (a kind of cheese from the region), parmesan and little stuffed pasta. We found out when we got home that the pasta was supposed to be eaten in soup, but I can attest to the fact that it is fine not in soup as well, because we made it just like normal pasta.
Finally we went to a market on the street, for little smoked mozzarella balls, dried tomatoes, cannoli and olives. That evening we feasted on our hard earned spoils.
Sunday we walked to Mom’s work, to test drive it for Monday, on the way back from the walk we went through the Parco Ducale.
We saw turtles and very big fish in the pond.

We also saw the dukes palace.

Then we went to the archeological museum.

I am afraid that I have been quite spoilt for museums, so I wasn’t super impressed.
Monday, that would be today, Mom started work and I had a bit of a lazy day. I bought food for supper, and did a lot of walking around so that I can connect actual streets with what is on the map, and did some recon work. I have a mission to buy a leather purse while I am in Italy, which will be a big purchase, so I want to go in well informed, and make sure that I get the best one.
This evening we walked to get gelato, I had cherry/walnut/white chocolate and crema (that would be the Italian version if vanilla, but not vanilla flavoured) mom had the cherry thing and lemon. Best we have had so far.
I will leave you with one last picture.
We saw this on our walk back home.


On my last day in Chester I went to a very welcoming church, very high Anglican, I could barely see the altar for all the smoke from the incense.
Sunday afternoon I went with Uncle Everett to see Eaton Hall, which a residence of the Duke of Westminster. He has an open day of his gardens a few times a year, and I was happy to go and see. I was impressed. The place is huge and beautiful. We also had a perfect day for it.
Private chapel

Seashell grotto in the chapel.

View of the chapel.

Courtyard to the stables



View of the house

View of grounds

They had hunting birds and dogs


Monday I left Chester and came into London. That pretty much took an entire day.
Tuesday I spent the whole day at the Victoria and Albert museum. I went through British history 1500-1900 and fashion and Middle East and South East Asia and India and Turkey…
A few pictures





Today I saw some landmarks, Big Ben, Parliament and the London Eye.


Also, Westminster Abbey, although I am not sure which one it is.
I would have thought that it was this

But all the signs for the Abbey were on the building next to it

This is me on the Thames trying to smile, but my expression betrays how delighted I am about the fact that it is raining. Still.

After, I spent the rest of the day in the Tate Britain, an art gallery. I don’t really have any pictures.
I did check off many to-do in London boxes.
I rode in one of these

and saw this

and this!

My apologies for a slightly lacklustre post. I am feeling the effects of travelling for such a long time, and I am not feeling my best. Tomorrow I will take a slow day to avoid getting sick, and tomorrow evening I fly to Italy!

I have just realized that I have gone for many days without writing a new post, so I need to catch you up on what has been happening.
Wednesday I had my last day up in Lerwick. In the morning I packed, and went out to the Tesco again to look for seals. I saw lots, but with no more successful pictures than last time.
After lunch I walked out to the textile museum, which is in the industrial section of Lerwick, funnily enough. I was sure that I wasn’t going to the right place when I walked past the hydro plant. However, I found it well enough. It is in an old fisherman’s cottage, which is why it was in such a funny place.

This wasn’t a very big museum, but I saw lots of this

and this.

I also found some real crofter’s yarn there, which was quite exciting.
Then I gathered up my backpack, and all my yarn, and got back on the ferry.
That ferry ride was quite enough to convince me never to get on a boat again in my life. I had never before realized my good fortune to have grown up in a place quite as landlocked as Alberta.

When I finally got off the ferry, feeling distinctly green, 12 hours later, I walked to the bus station in Aberdeen to start on the bus portion of my trip. I took a bus Aberdeen to Manchester, 8 hours, then got lost in Manchester, then took another bus to Chester, where I am now.
On Friday I went into Liverpool with my cousin Laura, and failed to take pictures. This is all I have.

This is apparently a banana crossed with a lamb. Why anyone would want such a thing is quite beyond me, and no explanation was offered, but they were quite nice.
The best story I have to tell you about Liverpool is about the liver birds. That is pronounced Lie-ver.
The liver birds are big statues (imagine a sort of pelican/ eagle mix) on the top of the oldest building in Liverpool. The story is that if Liverpool is ever attacked the Liver birds will come to life, swoop down, and defend the city.
Saturday I explored around Chester. I will admit that I had never given any thought to Chester before coming here. However, I am happy to report that it is a really charming city, with medieval architecture and lots of history.
I went first to the museum, to learn about the history before I walked around the city.

For any of this to make sense, you need to know that Chester is right next to England’s border with Wales. This seems to be a very long standing border, as in year 70AD, the Romans built a major fortress here, as being an important site to protect the roman Empire from the Welsh. They were not friendly with each other. In fact my cousin tells me that it is still legal to kill a Welshman inside the Chester city walls, as long as it is done with a bow and arrow.
There has been a city here ever since the roman fortress was built, and on fact the walls of that fortress are the city walls that I just mentioned, they are still very much intact, and you can walk all the way around them.
The city streets are still laid out in the same spot as the roman streets, almost 2000 years ago.
Chester was, for hundreds of years, and through medieval times, the main city in the area, and a major harbour city, with all of the trade coming Ireland going through Chester.
Back to the museum.
My favourite thing in the museum, given the strong Welsh-English rivalry, was a poem written by a Welsh poet of the 14th century, saying that the pub owners in Chester water down their beer with foul river water, and that even a Welsh dog wouldn’t drink it.

Here are some pictures of walking around town.


After I went to what the man in tourist office called “the new cathedral” with some derision.
It was founded in the 11th century. The building dates to the 13th century.
My mind can’t even process a place where an 800 year old building still gets called the new cathedral.



My favourite part was the cloister garden. You went through a very dark cloister walk, and then pulled open a huge door and come out into such a peaceful, sunlit piece of heaven.


After having been to the new cathedral I knew that I had to go to the old one.
Some of it is in ruins from Cromwell’s army (if you don’t have much knowledge of British history, then known that we don’t like him, so whenever you hear his name you are supposed to purse your lips and nod gravely. I have found this to be a very suitable response whenever he comes up)

Here is the inside of the church, founded in the 780’s and the current building completed in 1075.


And here are the ruins.



After the church I walked down to the river.


It is the first nice day I have had since last summer, and the rest of Chester agreed, the city was out in full force, shorts, ice cream, and peddle boats on the river.
Next I went to walk on the famous wall. There are only two complete roman walls left in the UK, one here, and one in York.

From the wall I had a nice view of the river

and what is left of the castle

and the canal

and the racetrack.

Seeing some of the horse races is a fascinating glimpse into British life. As far as I can tell, the men wear suits and the women totter around on 5inch heels with a fascinator perched on their heads. They go out for a champagne breakfast, and continue drinking as the day goes on. The men get rowdy and sing loudly, and the women steadily lose, first their hats, and then their shoes as well. I don’t think that the horses are all that important at all.

I am about I go off, so I will stop here. London tomorrow.

Well, after a very long journey, aided by much gravol, I arrived up north in Lerwick.
For those of you that have never given a thought to what lies north of Scotland, a little geography.

You see that there are two sets of islands north of Scotland?
The closest to the mainland is the Orkneys, the further is the Shetlands.
The Shetlands sit at 60 degrees, and their only town is Lerwick, a bustling place with 6,000 people living here.
To get here I took a bus 3 hours north of Glasgow to Aberdeen, where I got on a ferry, and took a ferry 14 and a half hours up to Lerwick. I was not seasick, but I also consumed a lot of Gravol, as I said.
When I arrived, this is nearly the first thing I saw

(That says Shetland Wool Brokers so I was quite reassured that I would like it here).
I came into town and got myself settled and had a nap and explored a bit.



After lunch I went to the Shetland museum. I learned a bit about the history of the islands and their people.
The island used to be property of Norway, but in the 15th century a Norwegian princesses married a Scottish king, and her father couldn’t pay the dowry, so he gave Scotland the Shetlands instead. This has a big impact on the people here, because they are still a bit more Scandinavian than Scottish. Their language is mix of Norn (a Norse language), old scots, and English. It is highly variable how easy it is for me I understand the accent.
I found this, which is a pretty accurate description if how they speak.

Also at the museum, I saw this

And this

And this

After the museum I had another little nap, and had supper, and then I went on a walk to find seals. The man at the tourism center said that it is possible to see them down by the Tesco. That’s a grocery store. I dutifully walked down to the Tesco, and lo and behold, I saw seals. No great pictures, because my phone doesn’t do zoom well (everything gets blurry). Here is the best one, the dark black spot is a seal, I promise.

This morning I had a mission.
Before I tell you about it I would like to have it be known that I have been travelling in this bag, and everything fit in there.

Until today.
My mission was to buy Shetland wool from Shetland sheep to make a Shetland sweater.

We will not speak of the fact that the bag of yarn is the same size as my backpack.
Yarn being bought, this afternoon I went on a little trip south, to the most southerly point of the mainland, in a futile attempt to see puffins.
It was not a waste, even if there were no puffins, because it was very beautiful.
I did a lot of hiking through fields, and I made a fun game: if I did not sit or step in sheep poo all day I would win a prize. The prize was not having to clean sheep poo off my pants or shoes. I won.
Here are some of the pictures I took.
Do not be deceived by the beach. It was 8 degrees and very windy and that water is the North Sea. Not warm, I tested.



This is where the alleged puffins live.


It was very windy, and I was quite high up.

After I walked back down on a sheep hunt.
This is apparently what I look like when I am trying to get a sheep photo (my front camera was turned on and I didn’t notice)

Please note the intense look of concentration. Sheep hunting is serious business.



In all quite a good day. I leave tomorrow afternoon, so I have to fit in a few last things, and then I finally start travelling south instead of north.

I have three days to catch you up on, which should be easy as I did very little on two of the three days.
Thursday I slept in, did nothing, and then went to this museum,

about the social history of Glasgow, which was nice.
Friday Aunt Stephanie came, and we had a lovely day, which was not particularly blog worthy, as it involved a long nap in the afternoon and pizza in the evening.
Saturday I went on a day trip through the highlands.
I really enjoyed this, Scotland is such a beautiful country. It was a very long day, it is actually the longest day tour that it is possible to do in the UK: 560km.
We started in Glasgow and made our way up to Loch Lomond first, which was very exciting, because I sang the Loch Lomond song right beside the actual Loch! And by sang I mean quietly under my breath so that the others on the trip didn’t think that I was insane.

After Loch Lomond we got back on the bus in the search for some friendly highland deer. There are a few that have gotten so used to the tour groups that they will eat out of your hand.
It was hard to aim the camera and feed the deer, but I promise that he was eating out of my hand.

We also stopped at a couple of scenic spots.


The last one there is a picture of the two of the three sisters (a group of mountains named after three MacDonald sisters who died during the Glen Coe massacre of 1692). That is a long story, basically the King of England made all of the highland clans sign an oath of allegiance to the King, because the people of the highlands were still Catholic and had been rebelling against the Protestant King. The head of the MacDonald clan didn’t make the deadline and the king ordered the Campbell clan, who were loyal to him, to kill every MacDonald. The Campbell’s had been staying with the MacDonalds, and when they received the order to kill them, they turned on their hosts and killed them in their sleep. Those who escaped went into that mountain range to hide, but it was February, and many died of exposure. This turned into an long term grudge between the two clans. In a village nearby there is a sing outside one of the pubs that says “No Campbells”.
After this stop we went up to a nice little town for lunch.
I had my first fish and chips of this trip


After we lunch we drove up to Loch Ness, which is a very big lake, it is the biggest in the Highlands in terms of volume, it is very deep (which makes it a likely source of myths).
I will tell you right of the bat that his is the only monster that I saw

Our tour guide was very good, and she talked a lot about the history of Nessie. It was all very interesting, but I won’t be able to recreate the whole thing for you.
The part I liked the most is when she talked about the beliefs of the celts, the original people of the highlands.
The celts believed that every body of water had some sort of a creature in it. The Lochs (lakes) that were high up in the Ben (mountains) held friendly and gentle creatures called the water buffalo. However, the Lochs that are in the valleys (like Loch Ness), held dangerous creatures called water horses. These were terrible ugly creatures that ate humans. Because no humans go swimming in these Loch (Loch Ness is a balmy 6 degrees all year round), the water horse has to get out of the water to find food. He transforms himself into a beautiful white stallion, and when a human comes close to him, acts very friendly. He is very dangerous though, because when a human touches him, they will stick to his coat, which is very adhesive (for some reason). Then he will drag the unfortunate victim into the water and eat them.
All this to say that there is a very long history of monsters in Scotland’s lakes.
We went on a boat tour of the lake (an hour long and we didn’t do the whole lake, to give you some idea of the size of the lake).
Here are some pictures (the castle is Urquhart castle, ruined during the Jacobite rebellions in the late 1600’s, and built in the 13th century).



You can also get an idea of the weather from these pictures, it didn’t actually rain much while we were outside, but it poured when we were driving around in the bus. It is not warm here.
After Loch Ness we went for a long drive, through Inverness and heading back south.
We stopped at a little village called Pitlochry for snack and then drove back to Glasgow.

Today I have a big travel day. I am going very north. I am on a bus, and next I get on an overnight ferry (14 and a half hours). I will let you know if I am prone to sea sickness or not, I will know by tomorrow morning.
Internet may be iffy, so I will post when I can.

First of all I will tell you about what I did in Edinburgh.
I took the bus there early yesterday morning. I only had one day there, so I tried to fit everything in.
A little mise en scene :
Edinburgh is to Glasgow what Quebec City is to Montreal. Smaller, with very obvious history and nice buildings. The main historical street is the Royal Mile, running down a hill with the Castle at the top and Holyrood palace, the home of the Queen in Scotland, at the bottom. This is the old town. Running parallel to this street is Princes street, the main shopping street, and the biggest street of the new town. In between the two is a valley, and the train station. I started the day on Princes street, as that is where the bus left me, and I went to the National Art Gallery of Scotland.

I liked this gallery because it is a manageable size, and I could whizz past the stuff that I could see other places, or am not interested in, and take a long time with the Scottish art, and a few other artists that I enjoy.





After the art gallery I walked through a park and up to the Castle.





On my way up I witnessed this rare species in their natural habitat.

Once I reached the castle I started walking down the Royal Mile.

I made a little diversion to go visit this

And then I went to Greyfriars Kirk.

This is a Presbyterian church (so no pictures of the inside because there isn’t much going on). This is possibly the most important Presbyterian church in the world, because it is here that a group of Scots signed the National Covenant in 1638.

For the non Presbyterians out there, let me explain.
A few decades after the Lutheran reformation in Germany, Henry the VIII started the reformation in England and created the Anglican Church, of which the King or Queen is the head. In Scotland the reformation also happened, but they didn’t adopt the Church of England, instead they went with their own flavour of Protestant : Presbyterian. Fast forward to Charles I, who likes the idea of being the head of the church in England, and decided that he should also be the head of the Church of Scotland. This doesn’t go down well with the Presbyterians, who see God as the head of their church, not the current ruler. This leads the signing of the National Covenant, which declares that the members of their church are self determining, and that they will not submit to kings or bishops. Of course, the king is not happy with this, and the signing is follow by mass imprisonment, executions etc.
Many people see this as a big step towards democracy.
This is where it all happened.

End of religious history lesson.
After the church I went to the National museum of Scotland.
I saw Dolly

And was so overwhelmed by how huge the place was that I left.
After that I walked a little farther down the royal mile, until a came to the graveyard where Adam Smith is buried.
Original tombstone

And tombstone put up in his honour.

These was also some yarn bombing in front of that church.

I continued walking until I got to the Scottish parliament.

Which is right next to Holyrood palace.

This is turning into a long post.
That is everything for Edinburgh, but now there are a couple of requests from the comments.
I am knitting socks and my Shetland shawl. I am doing the toe on the first sock

The yarn was an excellent Christmas present from my cousin Kyle.
On the shawl I am halfway through point 78 of 85. This is very encouraging as it means that I may actually finish with the edging soon. It looks the same as it alway has.

I haven’t been knitting as much as I thought that I might. I have been keeping myself pretty busy. However there are some very long bus and ferry rides in my future.
Finally, I told mom a good story about Christ Church in Dublin and she said that I should put it on the blog, so here it is.
Traditionally, Ireland has always been Catholic, which has been a big issue ever since the English turned Protestant. Because Ireland was under English rule, the English wanted the Irish to convert the the Anglican church.
The English had all the power and so several churches that had been built Catholic were made Anglican. Like Christ Cathedral. The change stuck, because this church continues to be Anglican today, almost 400 years later. The good part of the story has to do with the Vatican. They never recognized this change, and so all these years later, the church is still down on their books as Catholic. Because it was a cathedral, they actually won’t allow another catholic cathedral in Dublin. They think that there already one. The upshot is that Dublin, a big city in a Catholic country doesn’t have a cathedral, because their cathedral turned Anglican 400 years ago.

Well, not much to say about my last day in Dublin. I went for a long walk through Phoenix Park, which is one of the largest urban parks in Europe. It was lovely.
After my walk I went to the evensong service at St Patricks cathedral.
I have no pictures of either event. Please imagine a park, but bigger, with a herd of wild deer that live there, followed by a standard Anglican church with really beautiful mosaic floors.
Monday morning, early, I took a flight into my current home base.
Hints. This is very big here.

I’m in Glasgow.
I came quite determined to like it, as this university

Has a textile conservation masters program. That I may well be very interested in.
On Monday when I arrived I visited the Kelvingrove museum, where I saw everything from this

To this

To this.

Today I had a sleep in, and this afternoon I walked right across the city (I am staying on the eastern side and I walked to the west end). This sounds impressive, but it didn’t take much more than an hour. I had quite good luck with the weather. It bucketed down for the first 30 minutes, but after that it didn’t rain the rest of the day. Which is extraordinary as far as I can tell.
I walked out to Kelvingrove park, and walked around the university campus, which is right next to the park.



After my walk I went into the Huntarian art gallery. I have quite taken to the Scottish colourists, and I saw a few there, so I was happy about that.


Tomorrow? Day trip to Edinburgh!

So, I think that I last wrote Wednesday evening, so I will catch you up now on the last three days.
Thursday I had a really good day, that isn’t very blog-able. I spent all day at the national archeology museum, which was very interesting, and does not lend itself to good photos.
I was most excited about this

This is a very bad photo (that I took illegally) of a wool jacket that dates to the early 18th century, and was found in a bog (which is why it is brown). The conservative properties of the bog ensured that the fabric stayed in excellent condition until it was found.
That pretty much sums it up, a day of me geek-ing out in a museum.
Thursday evening I went to a knitting group

It was really nice to talk to people, travelling alone doesn’t allow for as much communication with people as is necessary. I also love the fact that knitters are universally easy to talk to. We always have something in common.
Friday I went on a day tour out to the west coast. It is a family operated tour group, so cousin Caroline meets you in Dublin, puts you on a bus to Galway, were Uncle PJ picks you up. He drives you to the family farm, which is in an area called the Burren. It is a unesco geo site. It is an area of limestone “mountains” with farms settled in the valleys.
At the family farm we met cousins John and Dara, who took us for a hike up their mountain.
This is a view of the Burren from the bus

Here is the view from up on their mountain.

Me up on the mountain. It was windy.

On the mountain, they have a fairy tree. Traditionally, the Irish associate Hawthorn trees with the fairy people. The fairy people have been forced to live under ground, because they lost a battle with the men with big bellies (that would be us). The only place they can come above ground are at these fairy trees, which are consequently sacred sites. The tradition goes that if you have a problem, you can come and tie a small gift to the tree, and then you will leave your problem behind you.

After the walk we went down to have homemade cake in grandma’s house.
Then PJ came to pick us up in the our bus, and we drove to the Cliffs of Moher. These are cliffs, running 8km, 210m high, above the Atlantic, looking out over the Arran isles, and then Newfoundland, 3000km away. We had incredible weather, clear skies and sun, which never happens here. It was very windy and cold to make up for it. I walked all the way to the end of one of the paths along the cliffs, and took an unnecessary number of pictures.
Here are a couple of good ones.


I walked all the way to the end of this path, which was a bit scary in the wind.

I know that you can’t tell, but this is me, on the cliffs of Moher, wearing my Arran sweater, with the Arran islands over my shoulder. Which I thought was exciting.

After the cliffs we finally went for lunch, and a nice pub in Dooley.
After that we drove along the coast, which was very beautiful, all the way back to Galway. We had a bit of free time in Galway and then went back home to Dublin.
Today I spent all day in the decorative arts museum, where I spent time looking at things like this

and this

and this

and this


The knitters will appreciate that those last ones are socks hand knit by this women for her wedding. They are knee high, and have this insane gauge.
Tomorrow is my last day here. I will walk through Phoenix Park, and go to church, and then Monday I am off to my next stop!