Imagine you are driving in far rural Midwales. Narrow, hedge lined roads with barely enough room for two cars to pass in the wide spots. You come around a curve to the top of a hill. You reach a cross roads, you find a group of mad men, in tatters, brandishing sticks. Women with hankies frolicking. Ignoring the threat of rain. The Bettwys Triangle Art and Music with The Shropshire Bedlams and Martha Rhoden's Tuppenny Dish. What can you do, but park and watch . An old church, with beautiful carved headstones. The rain held off until the last crack of the sticks then it poured.
So my plan of adding to one post every day didn't work, so I will post when I can, and go back and fill in later. Check in every day or so to see what I am up to. The blogger app is still rotating my photos in random fashion. I promise to rotate when I can get on a real computer. On with the narrative. Muckross House in Killarney is one of those manor houses built for people with too much money, and not enough sense. I am finding that the manors in Ireland are the newest builds of this sort of thing. All trying to be like the Downton Abby, but those were built over centuries by very old families. Only the Americans like Hearst came after in building manors. There is a lot about how Queen Victoria visited in August 1861. The house was 20 years old at the time. A wing was created and furnished just for her use. Small as she was, i cannot imagine her and Albert sleeping in this tiny ...