Edinburgh’s Ghost, An Impressive Body of Work Sans the Body

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Edinburg ScotlandI stood staring into the center of the stone circle and felt myself being pulled towards it. Sure it looked harmless, a simple circle traced out in old rocks in the center of a dark dank damp room. Still this circle was different; at least according to the tales. As the rumor went, anyone who stepped into this circle would die within weeks of their entrance, or, and this was the scariest part of the story… wish they were dead.

There was a story about a perfectly healthy girl who had ended up inside the stone circle as a result of some general roughhousing. Less than two weeks later she was dead, the victim of a tragic and previously undiagnosed medical condition.  Then there was the guide who lost his balance after he tripped and ended up inside the circle purely by accident. He had another accident shortly afterwards, while driving his car. He ended up a vegetable. No longer able to walk or speak.  Some said he was trapped inside his own body, a prisoner of his insanity.

Are these stories true? I told myself I didn’t believe them. Of course that didn’t mean I wanted to risk it. There in the underground of Edinburgh’s Royal Mile, the ghosts of both the past and the present seemed to push in on us from all sides. Was this stone circle in the room cursed as the guide said? He really seemed to believe it himself. He swore as much while we shared a pint in a nearby pub after the tour. Maybe he just liked to put one over on gullible tourists.

I’m not gullible, well not very, but there in the underground city where so many people had died and even more had lived lives almost completely devoid of hope, almost anything seemed and felt possible. The old city of Edinburgh, both above ground and below, is a place where you believe in things that go bump in the night. It is a place where ghost stories are told with a straight face and a visit alone to a bathroom has you seeing shadows in the mirror, hearing noises you can’t explain and swearing off liquids.

Being scared is part of the fun when you visit Edinburgh. A walking tour elicits a story of restless spirits lurking in almost every house along the Royal Mile. A seemingly innocuous parking spot a possible gravesite of one who dared to cross the queen. A modern high rise hotel is said to be home to a non paying guest, a peculiar otherworldly fire bug. Even the streets themselves are haunted. Most notably Mary Kings Close, where the spirits of the plague victims still protest the way they were walled in and left to die.

Edinburg Royale Mile During Festival, ScotlandThere is plenty to do in Edinburgh during the day; shopping and eating in both the Old Town and the New Town. There are the monuments, museums and a palace or two. In the morning and afternoon the cities both new and old side by side, belong to the living. The nights belong to those whose body of work is performed, well, without a body. The creepies and crawlies and things that go bump in the night. Even if you’ve convinced yourself you don’t believe, just go along for the ride anyway.  Just don’t go alone…

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There are several Ghost tours in Edinburgh . One well known tour company Auld Reekie Tours offers a variety of tours including visits to the underground vaults. They also offer above ground tours for the claustrophobic. They can be found at http://www.auldreekietours.com . Some hotels and hostels offer their own ghost walking tours for a nominal fee. If you keep your eyes open you’ll likely find a tour that suits your interests.


A Home Away From Home-The Case For Self Catering in Ireland

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Typical Thatched Roof Cottage IrelandWhen traveling in Ireland for a longer period of time a self catering cottage is the best way to go. A home of your own can be a peaceful oasis with the chaos of traveling. It also gives you the chance to live like a local. You can learn more about a place from a grocery store than from a hundred historical sites. A trip through the grocery store not only tells you what people eat, or don’t as the case may be, but a lot more. In fact, one of the best things about shopping at a store in Ireland is the magazines. There are daily or weekly publications on everything from fashion to news, and celebrity to tabloids. Reading a daily newspaper is a great way to get a feeling for how different the place you are is from where you’re from.

Another plus of getting a cottage is that it gives you a freedom you don’t have when staying in a hotel. Life in a hotel gives you the illusion of freedom and privacy, but on some level you’re at the whim of others. Maids come in and clean on their schedules and if you’re like me, you feel like you can’t leave the room a mess for the maid to see so you spend a half hour running around picking stuff up and making beds before you leave for the day.  When you rent a self-catering property it is yours and while you shouldn't trash it obviously, you have a little more flexibility of how you leave things when you go out for only a short time.

B & B’s are a big part of the lodging business in Ireland as well. These have pluses and minuses. One big plus is the standard Irish Breakfast which is the second B. This may be one of the best ways to start a day of sightseeing. It is also a great way to have to start buying bigger clothes. Another positive of the B& B is that, if you have a good hostess you can learn a lot about the area and maybe even learn about their life running a B & B. They can give you a chance to talk to a local about what Ireland is like for a person who lives in it.

B&B Athenry IrelandGiven all the positives, it might sound as though a B & B is the way to go, but there are some negatives. B & B’s generally charge per person rather than per room. If you’re traveling with a large family that may end up being expensive. The final reason I personally prefer self-catering to B & B is that, no matter how nice, no matter how helpful and regardless of the fact that you’re paying, at times handsomely, for the privilege; you are still in someone else’s house.  As a guest, even a paying one, you need to make sure you keep your voice down and that you aren’t coming and going in the middle of the night and generally try to behave in the manner of a polite house guest.

Ireland isn’t large, but the roads are sometimes one lane and crowded which makes travel more time consuming. This landscape makes a combination of lodging something that I have found works best. A centrally located self-catering property to use as a home base, and then an overnight stay here and there at either a local hotel or B & B.  This gives you the chance to see the country without having to pack all of your belongings into the car every single day. Speaking as someone who tends to end up with too much stuff almost on arrival that sounds like the best reason of all.

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Discover New Destinations: County Kerry, Ireland

County Kerry offers some of the most beautiful scenery in Ireland, including three renowned peninsulas that combine stunning views of the Atlantic Ocean, rocky mountains, and open green spaces. County Kerry is the fifth largest of Ireland’s 32 counties by area, and it is the 13th largest county by population. It includes Killarney, Dingle, and Tralee, and boasts a thriving traditional Irish culture, including a high population of residents who speak Gaelic.

Sheep Hearding Ring of Kerry IrelandVisitors to Kerry must fly in to Shannon, which is about an hour north. Though there is an airport in Kerry, it is regional. However, visitors will be happy to rent a car, since it will enable them to really explore the rustic county and to take one of its three scenic drives: The Ring of Kerry, the Dingle Peninsula, or the Beara Peninsula. Those without a car will find it harder to get around, as public transportation is not widely available.

Ring of Kerry

The Ring of Kerry is one of the most popular routes, winding 170 km (110 miles) and passing through Kenmare, Sneem, Waterville, Cahersiveen and Killorglin. You can stop along the way and watch sheep herding demonstrations, buy a traditional Irish coffee, tour Iron Age forts, and visit old monasteries. Irish roads are notoriously narrow, often only wide enough for one car. When you find yourself fighting for road space with sheep or negotiating who will be on the road around a narrow mountain pass, the driving can be a bit stressful. Tour buses are available to pick you up from your hotel to drive the Ring, including stops and demonstrations along the way.

Driving the Ring can take only a few hours if you drive straight through, but you should plan to spend a day to really enjoy the sights. Hikers and cyclists can also enjoy the Ring through a pedestrian path known as “The Kerry Way.” Finishing the path can take a few days to a few weeks, depending on your pace.

The Dingle Peninsula

Dingle Peninsula IrelandThis is the second most popular scenic route in County Kerry, and it is a great route if you are short on time as it only stretches for 50 km (30 miles) from Tralee to Dunquin. The western end of the peninsula, Dunmore Head, is the western-most point in Ireland (as well as Europe). In addition to the beautiful scenic views, the Dingle Peninsula is also home to remains from the Mesolithic period and the Stone, Bronze, and Iron ages, as well as 8th century Gallarus Oratory and Beehive huts.

Other Notable Sights

Count Kerry is home to many other noteworthy destinations. The 25,000-acre Killarney National Park is Ireland’s first national park and includes the Gap of Dunloe, the breathtaking Lakes of Killarney, Ross Castle, and the Muckross House, a Victorian mansion known as one of Ireland’s most stately homes.

Two of Ireland’s three highest mountains can also be found in Kerry, including Carrauntoohil in the Macgillycuddy’s Reeks range and Mount Brandon in the Slieve Mish range. Hiking, rock climbing, and cycling are all available.

Just off the coast of Kerry are the Skellig Islands, which include Skellig Michael, a World Heritage site. There is 5th century monastic settlement 700 feet up on the cliff.

Finally, Kerry hosts several notable festivals each year, including Writer’s Week, Tralee’s Rose Festival, and the Puck Fair, in which a goat is crowned King Puck.

Whether you enjoy beautiful scenery, fishing, quiet beaches, hiking, climbing or water sports, Kerry has something to offer.

Bio: Maria Rainier is a freelance writer and blog junkie. She is currently a resident blogger at First in Education where she’s written on online science major programs along with online science administration programs. In her spare time, she enjoys yoga, playing piano, and working with origami.

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While Traveling, Eat Out Of Your Comfort Zone

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Fish and Chips and AleWhen my friend came to visit from Scotland, she was here for 2 weeks and during that time I never saw her eat anything but pizza and chicken strips. I guess these were her comfort foods, and that makes sense for now and then, but that was all she ate the whole trip. The only American food she really ate, if it’s actually American food, was Nutterbutter cookies.


As a person who loves Nutterbutters, I can see their appeal. Still, I can’t help but think about all of the things that she missed out on. Some of my best travel memories have to do with food. When I traveled in Ireland I fell in love with the little mushroom and chicken pies they sell in the deli section of the grocery store there. Not to mention the cookies and candy. Ireland has the best candy.


One of my tastiest food experiences in Rome was Chinese take-out from a hole in the wall place near Vatican City that didn’t even have tables. I ordered chow mien which they called spaghetti and it was absolutely wonderful. I also discovered the Caprese sandwich or salad on that same trip which has remained a favorite.


That’s not to say everything you try will be great. I treated myself to a fancy restaurant in Rome after a particularly hard day and it was perhaps the worst food I’ve ever eaten. Not to mention the fact that it made me sick as a dog.  I have to say though, even given what I know now, I would still go for it.


Casado, Tipico food Costa RicaFood is so much a part of a place that if you stick with what you know you take the chance that you might miss out on what could become your new all time favorite thing. The first time I had chips (French fries of course) delivered to me in Ireland, they were soaked with vinegar. At the time I thought it sounded disgusting and only ate it so as not to offend the owner of the small shop, but they turned out to be delicious.


The people who own or cook at wherever it is you go have feelings too. Try to remember that, so that even if something isn’t what you expect, in Sorrento they put an unconscionable amount of mayo on my tomato and cheese sandwich, muster up a smile and a thank you. If you truly can’t eat something, make a polite excuse. I’ve already eaten always works. Or you could say that you’re only eating a little at each meal ‘so I can try more new things’.


Kinder Sorpresa EggSure the food where you go won’t be like home, but isn’t that the whole point of traveling? How boring would life be if every place was exactly the same. It’s true that everyone needs some comfort food once in a while, and there’s no harm in that. Still would you want to miss out on getting a Kinder Sorpresa egg and finding a surprise inside? I think not.

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To Rent or Not to Rent? When Visiting Rome There’s Really No Question

Seeing Rome by Walking

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The streets of Rome are an amazing walk into the past. Yet for a city so steeped in the past Rome is one of the most vibrant and alive places on earth.  Each street is a new discovery. On one side you might see a modern apartment complex and on the other ancient ruins.

One of the best things about Rome is its walkablity. True you have the Metro for the longer treks, but the walks are what you will remember when you’re stuck at your desk in six months watching the rain fall outside. There is a freedom in Rome that comes from the fact that you can walk almost everywhere a visitor would want to go. There’s also the fact that a walk can sometimes take you where you never planned to go.

Driving in RomeWhen you’re driving somewhere, especially in a city like Rome, where traffic can be a bit scary, you have to concentrate on the road. Because of this, you tend to go where you planned with little deviation. Even if you happen to see something you’d like to explore further, it gets pushed to another time.

Driving a car, which gives you so much freedom when traveling in the Italian countryside, becomes excess baggage in a city like Rome.  After all finding a parking space takes time. Who knows if you could even find that thing you glimpsed out the window by the time you manage to stop and park. Plus once you’ve parked, you’re tied to where the car is. First you need make sure everything is locked up tight so nothing gets stolen.

Then once you leave the car behind, you still have to worry about it. Woe to the person who wanders too far a field and loses the car entirely. Try explaining that to the rental agent.  I don’t imagine it would be a fun conversation. As any couple who has misplaced their car, rental or otherwise, can tell you; it is always the other person’s fault and there is no scenario in which you aren’t the other person.

Even if you know exactly where you parked, the car could still be gone. It probably won’t get stolen, but I assume, like most large cities, Rome tows cars that are parked illegally. At the very least I’m sure they ticket them. And yes in case you’re wondering, you are responsible for those parking tickets. They don’t disappear because you crumpled them up and threw them away. The rental company has your credit card number and they are not going to pay your parking tickets to be nice.

Tourist in RomeTrust me; you don’t need that kind of stress. You’re on vacation, so toss the roadmap aside and wander around Rome on foot. Pretty soon you’ll feel like a local. Maybe some guy will even come up to you outside of the train station looking all frazzled and ask you for directions. It happened to me on my second day of walking around Rome, and I have to tell you, it makes a person feel very cosmopolitan. Now isn’t that better than extra parking ticket charges on your credit card bill when you get home?


Clifden, County Galway Ireland,Sometimes A Journey is All About Which Road You Take

Clifden Bay, Clifden Ireland

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They say that sometimes the journey is more important than the destination. I’m not sure just how true that is when the journey is taken late at night, in pitch blackness through a driving rain storm. Still I think that the awe we felt when we arrived in Clifden County Galway, was due at least in part to the road that brought us there. The high drama of the drive had contributed to the awe we felt at the very site of the place. After driving for what had seemed like hours through wind and rain like we had never experienced, on muddy roads that likely only were thought of as roads when they were dry. The night was dark. If we had turned off the car and the lights, we likely wouldn’t have been able to see our hands in front of our faces. We didn’t turn the car and lights off though. I’ve see the horror movies, that would just be asking for trouble.

We were tired, hungry and none too happy with each other. Relations tend to become strained when one person is trying desperately to hold the car on the road, with a razor thin barrier keeping the car from the sea, and the other person feels it is their job to inform the driver what they’re doing wrong.  All things considered, our arrival in Clifden seemed like a gift from God.  We had planned to go to Clifden, so getting there wasn’t a surprise, just another example of how distances are farther in Ireland. We started out in the late afternoon sunshine with directions, a map and a full tank of petrol.  We arrived six hours later with frayed nerves muddy windows and fumes left in the tank. I can’t remember when I was happier to see a town rise up from nothing like Clifden did. A wise man once said, Even if any road you take will get you somewhere, many of them may cause you to question the wisdom of going there in the first place. Okay it wasn’t a wise man, it was me.

Clifden Catholic Church, IrelandLike many smaller Irish towns, Clifden was pretty well closed up at night and it was all of 8:45 when we arrived there. I was ecstatic to get a room at the hotel on the main street with a parking spot right in front and a restaurant pub across the street. The room we were given was four flights up under the eaves and was barely big enough for the two single beds and one night table that inhabited it. The requisite TV showing a rerun of Popular was attached on a metal arm that came out of the wall… The postage stamp window showed only blackness and I was happy as a clam to call it home for the next 12 hours or so. A word about the US TV show Popular; I think it was Sara Rue’s big break, and I saw all of one episode during its whole American run. Still for some reason, every place we stayed that trip got only two channels. One was RTE 1 or RTE 2 and the other was showing a Popular rerun. Come to think of it I may still have only seen one episode of the series; just over and over again. And foreign travel is supposed to broaden your horizons.

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The One’s Who Stayed in Italy – A Visit to the Sicily-Rome Cemetery and Memorial

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Sicily-Rome Cemetery and Memorial, Italy

I’d been wandering through the field of crosses for about fifteen minutes, pausing here and there to read a name and a date. I knew that our soldiers had fought in Italy during World War Two, but for some reason it never occurred to me that they would have been buried here.  In retrospect it made sense, but I still felt a little sad for these soldiers whose families probably were never able to visit their young man’s final resting place.

As I looked out over the sea of marble, something caught my eye and drew me closer.  It was an inscription like on all the other crosses, but this one had no date and no name. Instead it said simply ‘A Soldier of the Second World War Known Only to God.’ I felt the tears well up in my eyes.

Here in this beautiful place, at a time when I’m sure it was not at all beautiful, a young man had lost his life. A mother had lost her son, maybe a sibling had lost their brother. Perhaps a young girl had lost her sweetheart. As I had walked through this World War Two cemetery, almost all of the stones had brought up this same thought. This was different though. All of those people at home; the mom, the dad, the sister, brother and sweetheart… They never knew what had happened to him.

That thought stayed with me long after I left the Sicily-Rome American Cemetery. The hardest thing to do in life, for me anyway, is accepting what it is that I don’t know. That’s what these graves of the unknown soldiers represent to me, the not knowing.

The mothers whose sons just never came home; a sweetheart who held out hope that maybe someday he would return to her…  World War Two may seem like ancient history to many of us but to those who lost someone and those who’s loved ones were MIA the pain remains. These young men paid the ultimate price for the cost of freedom. And yet because their identities were lost in battle, there is no one to visit their graves.

I know Italy is filled with historical sights. A list of places to see and things to do can easily outstrip the time you have to spend there. Still, maybe instead of spending an afternoon wine tasting, you can visit these lost boys. Take a moment to stand by their marker and say a prayer. Maybe it seems like it was all so long ago, and for many of us it was literally before our lifetime. Yet no matter how long ago it was, the life you live is the one you choose to live. Whether you realize it or not, the fact that you have that choice is an incredible gift. A gift that was given to you at least in part, by a young soldier of the second world war, known only to God. Is it really too much to ask that you take some time to say thanks?


More info can be found on the Sicily-Rome American Cemetery and memorial at   http://www.abmc.gov/cemeteries/cemeteries/sr.php


Driving in Ireland without Driving Yourself Crazy

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A strong will and a certain amount of courage is needed to drive in Ireland, since they drive on the wrong side of the road there. They think it's the right side, but it's actually the left. I know confusing right?  Still, since driving your own car is hands down the best way to see Ireland, it's worth the trouble.  Just remember that while it’s good to have a plan, it's best to not have a real set schedule.

Schedules can kill a vacation, especially in a country where many of the roads are one lane in either direction with no separation between them. Some roads barely seem big enough for two cars to pass each other and as you settle into the monotony of driving you might find yourself drifting to the side of the road you're most comfortable with.  In addition to this there are also many obstacles that at times you feel like you're playing a video game.

There is a popular Irish postcard with the caption ‘Traffic Jam’ which shows a car in the middle of the road surrounded by either cattle or sheep. This postcard is only funny when you see it in the airport before you’ve driven on country roads. After a few days in the country it seems more like a cautionary tale. Just relax, take some pictures and file the story away to get you a free beer in the pub next St. Paddy’s day.

Another thing to remember is that your car, and everyone else’s, has side mirrors. Yes side mirrors are a given, unfortunately they are also an accident waiting to happen. Especially when you drive through a busy Irish town with cars parked in the street on both sides. I’m not saying I ever took off someone’s side mirror, but if I did, I swear I went back and offered to pay for the damage.

Another important thing to remember when driving in Ireland is that most of the drivers live there and are familiar with the roads. True driving 65 mph on a mostly unpaved road that’s barely big enough for a car going in one direction may not seem like a good idea, and it’s not, but familiarity breeds complacency. Just get the extra rental car insurance and don’t worry about all the scratches on your car from hugging the bushes on the side of the road.

I have driven in Ireland a few times, most recently when my dad had to go to visit various family members that only my aunt knew. That situation brings me to my last piece of driving advice. If you ever need to follow someone who is the only link between you and where you need to be, all bets are off. Do whatever you need to stay with that car. Also since all cars look the same in Ireland, you probably want to write down the license plate number. Otherwise you may realize that the car you were following was just some guy on his way home from work. And while the Irish are a hospitable bunch, they probably won’t invite you in for dinner and to stay the night.

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Rome’s Unique Sense of Place

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Stepping out of Piccadilly Circus tube station in Londonor Grand Central in New York a traveler can look around them and for just a moment feel as though they are in almost any major city in the world. A McDonalds on this corner a Starbucks across the street. It’s almost a bit of a disappointment to have come halfway around the world and see the same places you could find down the street from your house. As the world globalizes and in effect becomes smaller, we all start to see the same things and while that sameness brings us together, it also robs us of something.That something is uniqueness and a sense of place and Rome has managed to hold onto that for thousands of years. That said it is true that Rome has a two-story McDonalds which seems a little too modern at first but this is inevitably forgiven. Forgiveness usually comes when the visitor realizes that McDonalds has one of the few free and semi-clean restrooms in Rome. Still fancy McDonald’s aside Rome is still amazingly and uniquely Rome.

Roman Forum, ItalyNowhere in the city is Rome’s unique sense of place clearer than in the Roman Forum or Forum Romanum. In the modern day Forum people wander around much as the Romans and visitors to the city have done for 1000’s of years. This is Rome at its best and history at it’s most accessible. That’s not to say there aren’t some areas that are off limits but with so much to see these are hardly noticeable. Unlike at many other historical sites throughout Italy, visitors to the Forum are not forced to follow a prescribed route and instructed by signs what should be interesting to them.

When walking through the Forum a visitor doesn’t follow the well worn scuffs of a bored tourist’s feet nor are they forced to carefully remain between a rope on the left side and a fence on the right. In the Forum you can wander aimlessly for hours reading a guidebook or listening to the conversations rise and fall around you. You see the Rome you want to see whether that is the perfect Roman structures you envision

In its day the Forum had people from all walks of life; the rich and the poor the good and the bad. In addition to the shops that would allow the purchase of foods and household items there were places to view political discussions and hear news of the day. There were likely even some areas that a respectable young woman just did not visit.

Bridget's Thinking Rock, Roman Column, Forum Rome ItalyEvery generation thinks theirs is the first to be and do and feel. Yet as I sat on a rock in the shade of a low hanging tree, I could sense those people all around me. I could hear the noise of the ancient shopkeepers calling out their wares. Hear the patter of the Roman children’s feet as they went running all about. I could also hear, quite loudly, the modern day families trying to absorb the culture and beauty of this amazing place.

When I tired of the show, I stood up from my rock. Picked up the remains of my cheese sandwich and was in for quite a shock, that rock I had been sitting on for the last hour? An ancient Roman Column and I’ve got the picture to prove it.


Ireland, By Lough Sheelin’s Side

Derry House, Ireland

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Derry Sheridan sits on a slight rise above the shores of Lough Sheelin.  If you had first visited the property 10 years ago, like I did, you would have driven down an avenue with so much foliage that the trees on either side met above the road creating a tunnel like atmosphere.  This road is simply known as The Avenue, because in Ireland, no fancy names are needed.

That first drive was almost like traveling into a storybook land like Brigadoon. For me it was like traveling back in time, a trip into my father’s past.  See the house at the end of this fairy lane, Derry Sheridan, was where my daddy was born and where he grew up. This magical land was his backyard.  As a child he walked to school through these fields.  Like many kids my dad didn’t like to wear shoes in nice weather so each day he would kick them off and hide them in the bushes on the way to school and pick them up on the way home. One day as fate would have it, the shoes were gone when he came back.

The first time I visited Derry it was on a trip guided by my reluctant aunt who had herself grown up in the house but felt no sense of nostalgia for it. To her is was far from town and isolated. She was a girl with dreams and a manor house in the middle of nowhere didn’t figure into those dreams. It’s kind of ironic really since my dreams as a child were always of Derry.

Derry Corner, IrelandI had grown up on stories of Derry. There were the mysterious lights on the Avenue that would appear out of nowhere to guide my dad and his brothers home when they were late, or on a particularly dark night. The first time they saw the lights they thought it was their father out looking for them, only to find him fast asleep when they reached the house.  Like so many things in Ireland the lights were never explained but they fit somehow; ghosts of the past looking out for the living.

The land Derry sits on fronts up to Lough Sheelin which is a well known Irish fishing spot in county Meath. In the middle of the lake sits Church Island, rumored to have once held a monastery at some time in the distant past. Church Island is a place to take a boat or even, for the particularly brave or hardy, a swim over to. A great spot for a picnic on one of Ireland’s rare sunny days.

Stone Wall On Derry PropertyOn my first visit to Derry the house was falling down but the wallpaper that my dad had seen on the walls of his childhood, while tattered, was still there. I took some of those pieces and brought them home to show my dad. He remembered the room where each piece had hung. Now Derry has been renovated and someday may be a self catering cottage. It’s owned by the people who own Ross House B&B next door which has fishing and horseback riding. So if you go there for a visit, while you walk through the fields keep an eye out for my dad’s shoes.


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