Looking Back: Dublin Day 5 (Part 3) In Pictures – Howth

As you can tell, I saw A LOT on Day 5, August 19, 2016. After the end of our Celtic Boyne Valley tour, we took the DART over to Howth (pronounced HOTE, like NOTE). I was excited to see Howth because I knew there would be a lot of fishing vessels. I’m a sucker for the trawlers, the draggers, the clam boats…they are one of my favorite things to photograph. I could spend days at the Inlet here at home just taking pictures of the fishing vessels.

We walked the docks, then looked for a place to eat, not thinking that maybe we should have made a reservation. The first four or so restaurants we tried were booked. We ended up eating at the Bloody Stream. I know, the name doesn’t sound very appealing, but it was wonderful. And right next to the DART station! We walked right onto a train that was ready to pull out of the station! It was a longer ride from Howth to Booterstown, but I enjoyed every minute of it. If you click on one of the pictures below, it will turn into a gallery which you might find easier to view.

There’s so much to see and do in Howth, but we only had a few hours to spend there. The next time I return to Dublin I will definitely budget more time to see this fishing village more in depth. So similar to home, yet so different at the same time. If you’d like to learn more about what’s in today’s photographs, here are some links for you:

Hooked on Howth: An Illustrated Guide

Howth is Magic

The Bloody Stream

The Brass Monkey Restaurant – Howth

Coming tomorrow: Day 6 Part 1: The James Joyce Tower!

*** All photographs that are a part of this gallery were taken by me, Jill Ocone, on August 19, 2016 and are copyrighted. It is illegal to reproduce or to take credit for my intellectual property contained on this post. Thank you for your compliance.

 

The Story is Just Beginning…

“Eyes, pale as the sea the wind had freshened, paler, firm and prudent. The seas’ ruler, he gazed southward over the bay, empty save for the smokeplume of the mailboat, vague on the bright skyline, and a sail tacking by the Muglins.” – James Joyce, Ulysses (Episode 1 – Telemachus)

Wow. Just Wow.

I now understand the magnitude of the above quote from Ulysses, and so much more.

What an amazing experience I had while in Dublin!

I’m sitting here trying to absorb everything I saw, heard, felt, tasted, and learned, while contemplating what might come next along this journey.
I have so many photos and so many stories to share. However, the universe has other plans: somehow the charging port on my computer stopped working while I was away. Very weird, since I left my computer at home unplugged for the whole time I was gone, and nobody else used it. Anyway, my computer is at the local repair hospital. 

In the meantime, I am writing and posting from my phone for the time being.

One of the best parts of the week was having a poor wifi signal at the hotel. With an international phone plan that did not include data, I was forced to abandon technology. Which was GOOD. I filled my notebook with handwritten comments, thoughts, responses and more. Old school! And I think everything was more meaningful that way.

I am very grateful that my health cooperated for the most part while in Ireland.  I’m still adjusting to the time change back here at home and I’m having some issues today health wise; I’d much rather feel like this here versus while away.

So, what did I do? In a nutshell:

I lived as a Dubliner for a week. I walked in the footsteps left by James Joyce (and his characters), Oscar Wilde, W.B. Yeats, and Seamus Heaney.

I walked up the steepest hill I ever climbed (which was a challenge) to see 5,000+ year old artwork left inside a cave. I completed a pilgrimage to the Hill of Tara and the Stone of Destiny. I saw medieval stone towers, stone Celtic crosses, and the decapitated head of Saint Oliver miraculously preserved in a bog.

I walked over the Samuel Beckett Bridge, saw the Famine Memorial, and went to a storytelling dinner at The Brazen Head Pub. 

I laughed a lot with my traveling companion as we journeyed through downtown Dublin and suburbs Sandycove, Dun Laoghaire, Howth, and Bray. 

Most of all, I abandoned my fear by fulfilling my mission from the universe while honoring the spirit of my treasured friend. I hope my eyes showed her everything she could have ever wanted to see with her own eyes.

My journey to Dublin might be over, but I think the real story is just beginning…

Here are some pictures from my phone to give you an idea of some of the things I saw and did while in Ireland. Trust me, more is definitely coming! Thank you for following! 🙂

Buying lemon soap at Sweny’s Pharmacy, just like Leopold Bloom did in Ulysses
Statue of Molly Malone
the Oscar Wilde statue in Merrion Square Park
James Joyce statue on Talbot Street. Check out the gal on the right.
The actual door from 7 Eccles Street, Leopold Bloom’s address in Ulysses. The door is on display at the James Joyce Center.
Outside Trim Castle, with “Sir Gallahad.” Trim Castle was the castle in the Mel Gibsom movie Braveheart.
At the James Joyce Tower in Sandycove. This is where his book Ulysses begins.
Along the Irish Sea in Bray