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Dublin and the River Liffey on St. Paddy's Day, March 17, 1998. |
| Since Sara dominated the photos in last year's album, this time I decided to prove I was really there, too! Here I am, scaling the ruins of Boyle Abbey. |
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Me again, lurking in the tower of St. John the Baptist Abbey near Trim. |
| The Stone of Destiny (OK, a big phallic symbol) on the fabled Hill of Tara. |
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The majestic (and very male) white stallion who discussed affairs of the day with Sara and me at Tara. |
| Now, on to Lis Ard! First, the cluster of trees marking the peak of the faerie mound. (The mound was much larger than it looks in this picture. I'm just showing the very top here. Imagine seeing this rising above you on the horizon....) |
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We reached the top after slogging through muddy fields past numerous sheep and cows in the company of Brendan, a brawny Irish farmer who proved amazingly friendly and chatty, if a bit hard to understand through his rapid-fire speech and heavy rural brogue. When we crested the peak, the overcast skies opened up and turned the air a startling shade of amber. This picture doesn't begin to capture the colours we breathed! |
| We stayed there until the sun set, taking this final shot before heading back to the car through the fields of Farmer Brendan, who had returned to his chores after showing us the way to go. |
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The mighty mound, Croagh Patrick, where St. Patrick is believed to have fasted for a 40-day vigil. In 1996, I climbed ALMOST to the top! |
| But of course I cannot let this page end without another shot of Sara, shown here on a stile between the fields of Carrowmore, where ancient dolmens and stone circles have been found in great quantity. Behind her is one of the best examples. |
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