Sunday’s weather was cold and wet. We went to a place known
as the Hill of Tara where St Patrick played a significant role (I think) in an
Irish war. I officially declare this place to be the coldest in the world. The
freezing winds and driving rain went through your clothes as if they weren’t
there.
I couldn’t have been happier to get in the van and head to our next
stop, the town of Trim. The plan here was to see a castle, but upon
arrival we found the site closed, so off we went in search of lunch. We found a
pub where the locals took a shining to this group of 20 odd and made our short
stay so very pleasant.
This is where our weekend ended. We went from here to
the airport and all went our separate ways. I flew back in the pouring rain to
Leeds, while Amy stayed with Kern, Reggae and Marie in Dun Laoghrie as she is
meeting her father the following day to travel through Northern Ireland.
St Patrick, Hill Of Tara, Ireland
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