My one and only trip to the ring of Kerry was in 1970. We hitch hiked across from Dublin and ended up by chance,in Dingle Bay. There was nothing there.Can you imagine Dingle Bay with just one battered cottage on the beach ? Inhabitant,one Michael Grimes, who had a boat company consisting of two boats. One of them had sunk in gales the previous week, so we helped him locate and rescue it from the bay. That was a week to remember. Perfectly beautiful, and strangely Irish. Not a soul or a shop or a bus or anything. He collected his newspaper once every couple of weeks from the nearest town. We swam in the sea at night and the phosphorus made us sparkle and shimmer. His settee as an old car seat in front of his peat fire roared that day and night (in September) A robin drank from his kitchen tap, and although perfectly Irish, this man was exceedingly clever , as many are. Lots more unusual memories of that week , thanks for reminding me futurepast.
Edited by granny (30th Jul 2016 9:23am)
...and those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.FN