Ireland: The Unexpected Touchstone Bit (Part 1)

Along the Ring of Kerry.

It’s known as the Emerald Isle!

A land of lush green countryside, brimming with character and magic that can cast such a potent spell, it beckons us to return there as home even when we’ve never once been – 

And, if we may, we follow.

Cliffs of Moher.

I’ve had the good fortune to visit Ireland on half a dozen delightful occasions!  If I’m honest though, that’s not because I’d fallen under its spell directly – I mainly kept happily tagging along with others who couldn’t resist the call!  They’re the reason why even more than from the brochure images or the poets or the melancholy tunes, I’m bidden to return to those rolling hills and wave-sculpted cliffs by my experiences there with ones I hold dear – and by the sights, sounds and sensations that bring them back to me.

Like the syrupy sweet taste of bread pudding that, yes, produces yummy joy – but also a mind’s eye view of a specific windswept Irish hillside!  Or the sight of Kim and Kanye West which can transport me, strangely enough, back over that ocean wild and wide.  Or like images of the northern lights that help me remember how extraordinary things can happen when – and where – I least expect them!

Dingle Peninsula.

Even when I pull a certain book about Shakespeare’s English kings off the Bardish row of my shelf, my thoughts actually drift to the historic seat of Irish kings!  This book reminds me too how I might have resisted the spell of the Emerald Isle partly because I’d already been bewitched by that jewel of an isle next door – the one Shakespeare has a character call “This precious stone set in the silver sea”.  I’d fallen for England and I tend to stick by whomever I arrive with to a party.

Even earlier, I wasn’t that enchanted by Ireland simply because (perversely, I know) I felt I was supposed to be.  I wondered how the country had basically finagled its own official day here in the States while other worthy lands went unheralded – and why I should be forced on that day to wear a color that doesn’t really suit me, or otherwise face the indignity of being pinched? 

Nevertheless, an Irish stamp ended up on my passport when I planned my first European backpack tour in college.  That’s because traveling with me was my childhood friend Kelly – and her name alone should be a tip-off that, oh yes, the two of us would be hitting Ireland!   But we only briefly visited Cork and Kinsale before catching a ferry to the Continent on our whirlwind eight week adventure – thankfully, my future would hold more of the island in store!  

Years later, as luck would have it (Irish luck, perhaps?), my dear friend Judy moved to Ireland – and I felt it only right to do my part to keep up the relationship by visiting her there periodically.  Later still, when a small window of time opened for me to take a trip with the folks before being tied down to a new job, guess where I caught up with those gallivanting retirees?

Mum and Dad at the Rock of Cashel.

Yes, my devotion to friends and family can be exhausting but, as I’ve owned before, I’m a giver!

The result of these Irish rambles is that sure, stuff like four-leaf clovers, leprechauns and a nice glass of Guinness naturally call the Emerald Isle to mind – but so do a host of slightly less intuitive mental mementos! 

Take the northern lights.  Now, I’ve traveled up to Alaska, taken numerous trips to Canada and been twice to Finland.  But which country is the only one so far to afford me a glimpse of the northern lights?  That would be the Republic of Ireland!

Back in 2003, I visited Judy after she’d first moved into a little place near Dublin, and we spent a marvelous day winding south through the dramatic mountainsides of County Wicklow to meet up with friends in Ashford.


We cruised through breathtakingly beautiful areas where parts of movies like Excalibur and Braveheart were shot – and we only grudgingly gave up our sightseeing when the filmic scenery around us completely disappeared into darkness.  But rounding one more bend, we became mesmerized by a dazzling curtain of wavy light that suddenly filled the sky!  Was this a leftover Hollywood special effect – or was it something else?  We found no support at the pub in Ashford for our theory that we’d seen the northern lights – Judy’s friends figured the latitude was all wrong and we must have been sampling the Jameson’s a bit early. 

But a front page story in the next morning’s Irish Times proved we had, indeed, caught sight of a rare Irish aurora – better even than a rainbow, I’d say!

I’d also say the chances would be similarly slight that a sighting of Kanye West or Kim Kardashian would make me think of Ireland.  But surprise!  News of their doings is tough to avoid – and I couldn’t help learning that the pair spent part of their honeymoon a few years ago in an Irish castle in County Limerick.  Turns out I vacationed in the very same castle – and I did it first!

Me at Castle Oliver!

The place has since changed hands – but in 2009 when Judy was looking for a special way to celebrate her 40th birthday, she rented Castle Oliver and invited a gang of Irish and American friends to join her.  Again, purely from a desire to be supportive, I resolved that if it was Judy’s wish to spend a couple nights having the run of a whole castle with a bunch of friends (and with a butler included!), who was I to disappoint?

So on a slightly damp fall day, I found myself in the back seat of a rented car traveling from Dublin to Ardpatrick and admiring both the scenery as well as my American friends’ fortitude in driving on what we considered the wrong side of the road.  My contribution was as part of an advanced “collision avoidance system” consisting of four passengers who kept their noses pressed to respective windows and hollered “Tree!  Fence!  Car!” as the need arose.

All dozen or so of us arrived safely at Castle Oliver where we had the enormous pleasure of making new friends and bonding with old ones, having the run of the estate, and exploring the verdant countryside beyond.  

View from Castle Oliver.

Staying in a castle felt to me like being in a museum where I was free to step over all the velvet ropes!  And I took full advantage of my good fortune by traipsing (um, traipsing with the utmost respect!) through every unlocked door, opening every sideboard and sampling the complimentary contents of every decanter I came across!

Trying an enhancement to the decor!

It was pure bliss!

And is there a chance I wound up becoming some kind of trendsetter or influencer?  Was it mere coincidence that “Kimye” honeymooned in a castle I stayed in several years before?  Okay, I know they couldn’t have seen it on Instagram because I don’t have an account.  So I’m not really saying anything.  I’m just saying though that if the pair starts playing ice hockey and tweeting about Star Trek, they’re definitely following me somehow!

Yes, there were clear benefits to having a pal with an Irish address – especially one who knew me so well!  Thanks to Judy, I’m pretty sure that when my beloved Kings met the Anaheim Ducks for an NHL match-up in O2 Arena and when Sean Bean essayed the title role in a West End production of Macbeth, I was the very first U.S. resident to know!

As Judy was also aware of my fascination with ancient history, she made sure my visits included trips to amazing places like the Hill of Tara in County Meath.  This archaeological complex includes a passage tomb known as the Mound of the Hostages that was built around 2500-3000 B.C., and the Lia Fáil (Stone of Destiny) that’s thought to mark the spot where Irish kings were crowned.

At the Hill of Tara.

Stone of Destiny.

Entrance to Mound of the Hostages.

A less ancient but still treasure-filled Hill of Tara feature is a shop full of wonderful old books!  Again, knowing me as she did, Judy made me a gift of that book about English kings in Shakespeare’s plays which, according to an inscription inside, was first given as a birthday present over 100 years ago:

It now sits on my shelf not just for reference but as a reminder of a very dear friend – and of a country I must have been destined to take into my heart.

Those are a few of the unexpected ways I feel connected to Ireland.  So how come the shortest day of the year also makes me think of the country?  And why was I moved to recall those spectacular Wicklow Mountains while touring the Civil War battlefield of Antietam?  

Watch for my next post to find out!

In the meantime (as the Irish prayer goes), may the road rise up to meet you and the wind be at your back!


  1. Lovely post.  Thank you.  I love Ireland so much that I import designer jewelry from there utilizing award winning Artisans that do not export to America except thru my company. Thank you for keeping all these places fresh in my mind. Sincerely, Ronnie (Veronica) McCluskey

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    1. Thank YOU for reading!

  2. Your “Hill of Tara” is reminiscent of Burial Mounds found here in Denmark. They are usually from the Stone, or Bronze Age. I really love your coastal pictures, and views of the Irish Countryside, with them being just as I’d imagined them to be. A bit far away from Alaska, but closer to me now living just a bit farther to the East in Denmark. A thoroughly enjoyable blog. Good Work!

    1. Thank you so much – very kind! I’d love to explore those burial mounds in Denmark sometime! We also have a dear family friend with a fruit farm there.

  3. You write well Amy P, and make me nostalgic. Thanks.

    1. Thanks so much – hope you’re recalling great times!

  4. Wow!!! So green
    Such beautiful pictures. Got to admit i love reading your writings Amy. Smiles, laughter and a little bit of jealously. Such wonderful journeys you ve been on. Cant wait for part 2

    1. Yes, I’ve been lucky to get to do some amazing traveling! So glad you enjoy the posts!

  5. Good times! I have been thinking a lot about Ireland lately. I’m glad you included a photo of Sir Oliver at the end!!!

    1. Good times, indeed – so glad we got to share them! And couldn’t leave Sir Oliver out! 😃

  6. Congratulations on a great post and pictures of Ireland. Here 12000 miles away it broughy it all back. I was born here in NZ but my ancesrors are Irish and I lived there some 40 years. It has a magic all its own.To me the West coast is the best part and the mountains of Donegal are special. .Next time have a look at Slieve League cliff in Donegal – 1900 ft. as opposed to Moher’s 700 ft! Also Nprth of Tara are the great mounds of Newgrangr, Knowth, and Dowth. Des.

    1. Thank you so much! And I sure agree with you about the West – will have to get a look at Slieve League one day. And it could be that Newgrange will be part of my next post! Thanks for reading and for the advice!

  7. Karen Zumsteg · · Reply

    Love “the Bardish row of my shelf” – I may have one or two of those myself. Interesting to read about your Irish-Shakespeare literary connection!

    1. So nice to get to Shakespeare “fixes” with you every summer! Thanks so much for reading – and feel free to peruse that book!

  8. Mike Jackson · · Reply

    I first went to Ireland in the summer of 1968, at the end of my first year at university. As a student of botany, we had a field course in Co. Clare (staying in Lisdoonvarna), and visited the Cliffs of Moher, Kerry, and many other places. The magic of the Burren. And on other visits I’ve visited Cashel and other places you described. Lovely blog piece!

    1. Thank you! Sounds like you’ve gotten to know Ireland in great depth – and you’ve got me thinking about other areas I must go back and see one day!

  9. Ireland gets under your skin
    . Bit like Frank Sinatra

    1. Ha! Indeed – and start spreadin’ the news!

  10. I like the pic of you in front of Castle Oliver. (And I still think you should wear green every 3/17…)

    1. Ha! Thank you! (If only green were one of my colors…)

  11. thanks for sharing your thoughts and experiences, quite transporting…

    1. My pleasure – thank you for reading and traveling along!

  12. Take me with you next time!

  13. “the Bardish row of my shelf” — I will be using this expression from now on… —

    1. Ha! Glad you like it!

  14. Brilliant post – a vicarious journey with those lovely photos and the fascinating commentary! 🙂

    1. Many thanks! Glad to have you along for the ride and read!

  15. I am glad that You offered us this post which is of lovely photos. Thank You.

    I wish You a happy new week.

    1. Thank you – and a happy week to you as well!

  16. […] – but I have my own ways of connecting with Ireland anyhow.  Continuing the theme of my last Tesserology post, here are a few more personal reminders of why I unexpectedly – and quite enduringly – […]

  17. Glad the Emerald Isle treated you well – I’m originally from a little village an hour outside Belfast so it’s always nice to read impressions!

    1. So glad you enjoyed the post!

  18. Brilliant post . The photos are beautiful!

    1. Many thanks! The amazing Irish countryside is pretty much a can’t-miss photo wise!

  19. Great post.

    The term ‘Emerald Isle’ was first used in print by William Drennan in 1795:

    Nor one feeling of vengeance presume to defile
    The cause, or the men, of the Emerald Isle.

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