And then the rain came, just as we started up into the hills.
Rain, rain and rain. The photo below is difficult to make out, but this was a place up on the bogs where peat was being harvested. Peat is vegetation compressed and rotted over the years into a dense mat. It is harvested by cutting out in blocks, then dried.
The creeks and streams were running at full tilt. These feed the River Liffey, according to our driver. Water from the bogs is the water used (after processing, of course) for both Guinness stout and for Jameson whiskey, if I remember Dennis' words correctly.
A bit of heather bloomed along the roadside.
A fellow traveler offered to take a photo of us. At this point a stray ray of sun filtered through, but it didn't last.
Goodbye, beautiful bogs.
I was fairly soaked and chilled by the time we arrived at our lunch destination, Roundwood. The pub had a warm peat fire burning, and the smell of it was heavenly. The best I can describe it is sort of like the smell of Amphora pipe tobacco, but not that strong. It's earthy and comforting.
We enjoyed a good lunch of soup and bread; some of the tourists had traditional Irish Stew and Shepherd's Pie, but the soup was just what Larry and I wanted.
Lunch over, we boarded the bus again and were off to the last stop of the day: Glendalough.
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