Inspired by Beedlemama’s Ode to a Sugar Lump (sorry, Sugarloaf) I travelled east to get a closer look and see if I could hear the wind. Not from the level I was at, I fear, but the mountain looked impressive and inviting - I almost wished I was fit enough to start climbing. Naturally, being me, I missed a photograph from a perfect spot. But what else is new?
Then on to the Waterfall at Powerscourt where (for €4.50 per OAP) I advanced up the closely-planted tree-lined driveway. Beneath the trees the ground was dappled with sunshine. Fairies & goblins live there, I’m sure of it. Haven of peace or source of terror. Careful how you approach or you could be drawn into another world.
Round a bend and a magical sight of water tumbling gracefully from the sky, like finest silk, in drops and streams and torrents tumbling effortlessly over hidden boulders. Tea shop and climbing frames close by where genteel children entertained themselves while parents relaxed. Some strolled closer for a better view, others were setting off on the walking trail through what must have been delightful terrain.
Me, I licked my large creamy ice-cream which slid along the side of its golden cone (missing a bit here and there I am unashamed to admit) and praised God for the joys of nature. Then on through leafy roads to Dalkey for a more substantial repast in Ouzo’s main street restaurant – which I also recommend!