In "In Between Worlds", I wrote about walking in the woods and experiencing an ancient history and people.
It occurred to me that our family's time in Ireland and our adventures had never been posted for bloggers to read. It was an amazing few years where our children attended Irish schools (scoil) and studied Gaelic, where we lived on 20 acres of ancient forests, where we owned and operated a hotel (built in 1769 as a hunting lodge for an English lord, converted to a hotel in early 1960s).
Here are a few photos.
|One of the 3 rooms used in weddings in the Hotel|
|Johnny in his wellies with his cat Midnight|
|Manor house of the Lord of Blarney-- house and creepy tree, 5 miles from us|
|Partial view of west side of hotel, 1985|
|Three milk stools found buried beneath refuse dating to mid-1800s|
|View of Glanmire, nearest town from the Hotel...Glassaboy tidal river|
|Erin and Johnny by a grotto built in 1780s for providing food and water for deer (which would later be hunted)|
|Mary by one of the huge trees in the woods|
Later, Fitzgerald bulldozed and covered this part of the woods.
Bungalows, instead, were built.
|Drive leading from Glanmire up to the hotel|