… In Dublin`s fair city where girls are so pretty…
A weekend in Ireland is something you have to do at least once when living in the UK. You have a flight from all the London airports basically every day. You can stalk Ryanair airlines for super cheap deals as I do (in this case, one ticket London Gatwick – Dublin for eleven pounds.
For enthusiasts wouldn`t be a problem to catch a flight at 10 pm and spend the night at the Dublin airport to save some extra cash for accommodation that, unfortunately, went to astronomical heights at that time.
If you are a sunrise lover, the first thing on your bucket list has to be Forty Foot, where people swim all year long regardless of the temperature of the Irish sea. I had such an ambition myself, but sleepless night and the fact I was already frozen with four layers of clothes on, I left it for more courageous people. Some authors, for example, James Joyce, set the story of his novel Ulysses in Forty Foot.
After splendid sunrise, you can head back to the city centre. The best way to get there is to take a train to Tara street, the very heart of Dublin. You can stroll the streets around Dublin Castle, St Patrick’s Cathedral to Trinity college. You can read love messages in Love Lane near Temple bar. Just be careful as Dublin has two Love lanes for some reason when the second one is nothing exciting and quite far from the centre.
After you feel that Dublin has given you everything and it`s time to move on, you can take a bus to Cork, the second-largest city in Ireland. When It comes to Cork, everything depends on the weather and the day; Sundays tend to be less busy, and many businesses might be closed. Bear in mind that museums are not free as we are used to in England, and some admission can be pretty high.
Cobh (Queenstown) is situated half an hour far from Cork, and it is known as the last stop of the Titanic before it sunk at the bottom of the Atlantic ocean. Apart from the Titanic legacy, you can find the St Coman`s cathedral and iconic Deck of Cards houses there.
Overall a weekend is not enough for this marvellous island, but it is just enough for its cities. Next time I am there, you will find me with muddy shoes and red cheeks from the wind on the Wild Atlantic Way.
