I got up after nearly 11 hours of sleep at 1045am; a clear indication of how tired I was. I honestly could not think straight. I felt like I couldn’t concentrate for very long, and was very distractible. I felt much better after I got up and had a coffee. We went to town and found an internet café and coffee shop called Pete’s Place. Pete shaves his head, is about 50 years old, and talks really fast with a thick accent. He bakes-- well someone bakes---nice treats every day, scones, carrot cake, brownies, almond cake, whiskey cake (much like our Christmas cake) and a marble loaf were all available when we arrived. We walked up and down the main highway, checking out the stores and shops that were open; several were not however. The season is really just beginning for them. We found a nice gift shop that we want to head over to on the weekend before we leave, we said hello to Charlie Chaplin, who spent a lot of time in the area. We spent time in the post office and both bought postcards and stamps, and finally we got our groceries. The veggies are definitely not as nice as at home—we had a lot of trouble getting fresh lettuce, oil and vinegar. Also, folks still buy their meat in the butcher shops, so we picked up some really nice chicken. It was much fresher than we are accustomed to in the grocery stores at home.
Later in the day, we went down the road that takes you to the opposite side of the lake from where we are staying. The lake is called Lough Currane. There was a sign off the highway that said there was an art gallery 8 km down the road, so we ventured forth. Eight kilometers down a dirt road, that is only wide enough for one car, can take a long time. We never did find the art gallery, which I suspect was actually in someone’s home, and likely had not opened for the season either. We were convinced that the road would take us all around the lake, but about three quarters of the way around, we ended up on a farm, practically in the barn! Too funny. The views were really quite beautiful and we got several nice pictures. I am trying hard to get my pics posted on the web, and hope, before the week is out, to upload them. (It may have to wait though because I don’t think the internet connection at Pete’s is high speed.)
We came to the cottage, made supper, and then went back to town for a pint at a local pub. It was really quite nice, filled with mostly men, wanting to watch the soccer game between Manchester United and another team that I can’t remember. Soccer, rugby are like hockey in Canada. They are passionate and very serious about their sports.
Later in the day, we went down the road that takes you to the opposite side of the lake from where we are staying. The lake is called Lough Currane. There was a sign off the highway that said there was an art gallery 8 km down the road, so we ventured forth. Eight kilometers down a dirt road, that is only wide enough for one car, can take a long time. We never did find the art gallery, which I suspect was actually in someone’s home, and likely had not opened for the season either. We were convinced that the road would take us all around the lake, but about three quarters of the way around, we ended up on a farm, practically in the barn! Too funny. The views were really quite beautiful and we got several nice pictures. I am trying hard to get my pics posted on the web, and hope, before the week is out, to upload them. (It may have to wait though because I don’t think the internet connection at Pete’s is high speed.)
We came to the cottage, made supper, and then went back to town for a pint at a local pub. It was really quite nice, filled with mostly men, wanting to watch the soccer game between Manchester United and another team that I can’t remember. Soccer, rugby are like hockey in Canada. They are passionate and very serious about their sports.
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