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squeefulfish) wrote2010-07-30 02:43 am
squeefulfish) wrote2010-07-30 02:43 am
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Three of us wandered round James Fort in Kinsale this evening after dinner. It was all great fun, toes squelching in the mud and scrambling up and down tracks where nettles really, really liked to grow. "You're going to tell me we have to - *screech* that was cold! - come back this way, aren't you?" Squelch squelch went my feet in the new crocs of reward for being a god, sploosh sploosh came out the mud and screech screech went my voice followed by lots and lots of giggles cos it felt really great, if cold and gloopy.
There was exploring and what I think was a gunpowder storage building that goes right down to the harbour and there was a seal and there was a crazy Frenchman climbing up on everything (crazy Frenchman stopped me having full blown panic attack on top of a rock where I Did Not Feel Safe, so yay - I've been known to have them on the second rung of a ladder, this is a proper bloody phobia thankyouverymuch.) And there was a Mystery!
On the floor of the building there was an X on the ground, each leg about 2m long, made out of... fronds of something or other. The walls of the building had orange gerberas poked through the crumbling mortar, a few extra bunches of them around the place, a tree stump that Christian said was definitely not there the last time he was up there, some red wool (yarn, whatever, that stuff you knit with, it'll always be wool to me) and a pile of sand. 'Twas quite strange. The flowers were definitely arranged and I'd reckon they were only there a couple of days at most as they hadn't withered too much. Very pretty, but a bit strange as getting there requires some effort. Anyone any ideas?
Lunch today was from the nyommy Fishy Fishy Chippie, the little sister shop of the restaurant I really want to go to as soon as I have a few spare days (for recovering after ingesting too many prawns. Stupid allergy.) Then a quick visit to Desmond Castle and the International Wine Museum (it has a map of the world made out of corks and, er, a carpet) and the local museum (it doesn't have a map of the world made out of corks but it does have an anchor because every building in Kinsale must have a reference to the Battle of Kinsale or pictures of fishies or something to do with boats. I believe it's the law here.)
Kinsale is bleedin' gorgeous in the summer and I could hardly move today for the number of tourists. And I was a great big tourist and went on a boat trip round the harbour. Which was brilliant and a bit chilly and I grinned the whole time.
There was exploring and what I think was a gunpowder storage building that goes right down to the harbour and there was a seal and there was a crazy Frenchman climbing up on everything (crazy Frenchman stopped me having full blown panic attack on top of a rock where I Did Not Feel Safe, so yay - I've been known to have them on the second rung of a ladder, this is a proper bloody phobia thankyouverymuch.) And there was a Mystery!
On the floor of the building there was an X on the ground, each leg about 2m long, made out of... fronds of something or other. The walls of the building had orange gerberas poked through the crumbling mortar, a few extra bunches of them around the place, a tree stump that Christian said was definitely not there the last time he was up there, some red wool (yarn, whatever, that stuff you knit with, it'll always be wool to me) and a pile of sand. 'Twas quite strange. The flowers were definitely arranged and I'd reckon they were only there a couple of days at most as they hadn't withered too much. Very pretty, but a bit strange as getting there requires some effort. Anyone any ideas?
Lunch today was from the nyommy Fishy Fishy Chippie, the little sister shop of the restaurant I really want to go to as soon as I have a few spare days (for recovering after ingesting too many prawns. Stupid allergy.) Then a quick visit to Desmond Castle and the International Wine Museum (it has a map of the world made out of corks and, er, a carpet) and the local museum (it doesn't have a map of the world made out of corks but it does have an anchor because every building in Kinsale must have a reference to the Battle of Kinsale or pictures of fishies or something to do with boats. I believe it's the law here.)
Kinsale is bleedin' gorgeous in the summer and I could hardly move today for the number of tourists. And I was a great big tourist and went on a boat trip round the harbour. Which was brilliant and a bit chilly and I grinned the whole time.