Welcome back. I hope you’re having a nice weekend before we all go in for another round tomorrow.
While in Killarney we didn’t actually visit Killarney House, but went to Muckross House instead, since that was just 5km from our campsite, so we went there on foot, visiting Muckross Abbey on our way.
A beautiful hike past the lake.
Muckross Abbey is a very pretty ruin, but the graveyard has been in use since at least the 2000s.
That one looked amazing. I’m sure there’s a message in the tree long surviving the religious building.
Welcome to Muckross House. Our plush of the day is Opossible, who enjoyed his trip a lot.
“Ireland was a poor country” my ass…
According to legend, Lady Catherine died at 140 when she fell out of an apple tree. Life goals!
The gardens were truly beautiful.
Muckross Farm is an open air museum depicting rural life in Ireland in the 1950s. Yes, you read that right. Apart from trades like the blacksmith they have three farmhouses showing a poor family farm, a middle class family farm and a well off family farm. Remember that nice room in the picture above? In the 1950s people in rural Ireland lived like they hadn’t lived on the continent for at least 50 years. no running water, no electricity. Good old medieval “1 room for sleeping, 1 room for living and sleeping” conditions. But the animals were very cute.
This year I did something new: I shamelessly took selfies and asked people to take pics of me. Am I young and pretty? No. Am I alive? Yes. the person with the camera rarely ends up in pics themself, but I realised that if I died tomorrow, my family would probably forget what I look like in a week because there’s no pics. Here they are. That horse was amazing.