I Could Feel It In My Waters At The Meeting Of The Waters

Wednesday was my last day in Ireland, so took one last tour (hey, why not?!). This time it was a day tour of the Wicklow Mountains, which are not far south of Dublin. Saw much scenery along the way, including Glencree Valley, Sally Gap (where Braveheart has shot), Lough Tay, the monastic ruins at Glendalough (valley of two lakes) and lunch at Avoca (yes Mum, where they shot Ballykissangel - yawn!).

On the way back we stopped off at The Meeting Of The Waters, made famous by Irish poet Thomas Moore (who wrote the classic ditty "There Was A Young Man From Nantucket" - maybe not!). Quite an interesting and scenic tour and I think I was the youngest on the bus! Boy, do those oldies take their time getting off a bus - "HURRY UP!!!".

One final drink and meal with Sa, who very kindly gave me some farewell pressies, including a box of Barry's tea bags - she swears it is the best tea ever. I have become a tea addict now - I've fallen in with the wrong crowd!!!

Ireland has been a lot of fun (as has everywhere I've been so far), so glad I went, it is sad to be leaving.

Now at Dublin airport, waiting for a flight to London. Less than a week and I'll be home.