Rolling After The Rock
We loaded up the car on a fine Irish morning (That means it wasn’t raining as hard as it was last night.) and headed out from Enniscorthy to play tourist. Our destination was about a 90 minute drive away. We were going to revisit “The Rock of Cashel,” an ancient Royal Castle perched high on a hilltop with a commanding view of the countryside. Anyone with plans of conquest would come around the curve in the road and see that humoungus Fortress Castle up there and think, “Perhaps we should forget this and just go to the beach. We could get a shrimp roll maybe.”
“The Rock” is a very popular tourist attraction with busses, vans, cars streaming into the Town of Cashel, taking the winding streets through town and into the parking lots at the foot of the Castle. That is where my brain began to be strangled by the sneaky little tendrils of doubt.
To get inside the Castle itself and see how the never-ending restoration work is going you have to walk up a steep pedestrian pathway. I may be wrong, but I estimate the angle of ascent of that pathway at at about 120 degrees. The older I get the steeper that climb becomes. Looking up at that climb I came up with a solution: “Let’s have lunch first!”
I wasn’t fooling anyone. I wasn’t trying to. I was trying to save lives.
There were four of us there – Me, my wife, the lovely and 8 years my junior, Dawn, and our two Cousins from Anchorage, Alaska, both of whom are younger than me. If nothing else it was my life that might be saved.
“Let’s have lunch first!”
We have stopped there before. Three years ago when it was just Dawn and I visiting Ireland we had had lunch there. Back then we actually made the climb and spent a wonderful hour or two roaming through the ruins of twelfth century Ireland. There are lots of fine pictures of the site available online. If you look at them you will notice that none of them are mine.
Lunch was quite nice. We lingered. a lot. Dessert. Coffee. Procrastinating.
When we could delay no more we had to make decision. We decided that none of us has either the knees or feet to walk up or downhill from The Rock. So we got back in the car and drove down to the grounds of Hore Abbey that sits on flat ground under the watchful eye of the big Castle. I took a couple of pictures there and you can see The Rock from there. I suggest zooming in if you can to get a better look.
We had nice lunch. We walked around the ruins and numerous cow pies on the grounds of the ancient Abbey. After that we turned the car around and headed back toward Enniscorty, County Wexford. We’ll just tell everyone that we visited The Rock of Cashel.
We did have very nice lunch there.