If you had the choice of a night away where would you go? Would you stay in Ireland? If so would you go to a town or a remote area? Would you choose to stay in a hotel or a house?
Lucky me. I am away for a night next week. Now don’t get me wrong I regularly get away with a gang of friends. Only a few weeks ago I wrote about my eventful morning, and near miss with my husbands car, prior to my trip with a possy of girlfriends. However this is different. This is a night away with himself. Your man I married. The fella who watches television in one room at night, while I blog and ignore him in the other room.
Despite appearances we have great craic together and next week, even if it kills us, we intend to prove that.
As it is quite some time since we were away on our own, this is a big deal. So where are we going I hear you ask? Okay I know you’re not really bothered but I’ll tell you anyway, although those who know me are already shouting out the answer. Next week for our night away we are off to one of Irelands hidden treasures. If I had all the money in the world and could go anywhere, this is the place I would choose.
I’d go to West Cork. To a small village named Allihies. Far from hustle and bustle. The place that features on my about page photo. My heaven on earth.
We will not stay in a plush hotel, there is none, but instead we will stay in the house of a friend, who will not be there! My husband said, in his foolishness, it’s like home from home. Well let me assure you, as I did him, that not one tiny bit of our home had better be down there. This is to be far removed from home, very very far removed.
I am hoping to walk the hills and enjoy the views. This is a part of Ireland almost unspoiled. Here you can walk the road and meet only a car or two. You can go to any of the three pubs and enjoy music, singing or chat, (and a drink or two), and if that is not to your taste you can sit on the man made beach, filled with a sand like stone which was blasted out of the mountains many years ago, when more than eight hundred were employed in the copper mines.
When I return to Allihies, even if the weather is unkind, I leave with my batteries fully charged. When I read of Americans who want to return “to the old country”, I know what they mean, as a part of me breathes again when I arrive in this tiny village in West Cork.
Only a few more sleeps! I can’t wait.