Off to Cork

sailing in

sailing in

 

and however you pronounce Irish towns in English. Up front, I have never, ever managed to figure out either Gaelic or Welsh pronunciation on anything. All I see is this long line of letters and my mind completely and totally blurs out. Not quite as badly as when I attempt Arabic but close to the same thing. Which is all to tell you that failure to comprehend anything of Gaelic is not a unique failure in my life but my reality of staring, thinking and being able to come up with a really intelligent “huh?” I would try to blame it all on dyslexia except that I think it is just me and the way my brain is wired. 

Languages are not my thing beyond the basics of numbers, food, train station and that caffeine bearing elixir of life. In high school and college I really tried to learn French. Honestly – and it was in one ear and out the other. Often without a stop in the middle to leave even a smidgen of residue. After a while I just accepted that I didn’t have the ear to hear the nuances and letters were not shaped like numbers. Numbers are fine – they stand still and behave. No changing who they are from moment to moment or speaker to speaker. Now I just admit my limitations and move on – in today’s case after six outstanding days at sea which included  five days of time zone shifts – to the shore in Ireland. The last time I was here I stayed in Cobh, walking around and seeing the town. This time I am off to join a group which is off to see Cork (and hopefully no wizard). I am not looking for yarn.

At the English Market inCork I procured a lovely local artisan cheese to go with my rye &  linseed crackers. There were also dates and chocolate invited to the party. Cheré brought s huge scone and shared.  After driving s bit more, which had followed meandering through bookstores in Cork, we stopped at Ft Charles before arriving in Kinsdale. 

More book shops,  wool stores and really cute sheep courtesy of www.tomjoe.com but on sale and in €.

Our return trip was via interesting roads, local hill tops and a cemetery or two. Since I have finally fallen off the ship’s net, pix will wait till I have WiFi other than my iPhone 

We just made it back to the ship, I need to play with my ship puzzle and find a ‘cuppa before then ship sails.

Tomorrow it is Dorset where we land at the originalPlymouth.     

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