[dropcap]I[/dropcap] made an Irish escape this weekend! I caught a late flight on Friday after work and arrived in Dublin around midnight. Ismay’s dad had a steaming cup of Barry’s tea and pink donuts waiting for us-amazing. We had a packed Saturday planned, our friend Nadia picked us up in the morning to shop like mallrats in Dundrum, then we headed to County Wicklow to walk around the beautiful Powerscourt Gardens.
Tickets to enter the grounds cost us around 8 Euro each, but this gives you access all over the gardens. You’ll need a pair of comfy shoes as the paths are meandering and steep. We managed to squeeze in the Japanese Gardens and the Pet Cemetary and skip the Waterfall, before we returned back towards the house- the darkening clouds overhead threatened to pour down! We certainly worked for our lunch that day, my glutes can vouch for that.
I loved walking through this little maze of moss and rock- and I put my hands up- I was thinking about Twilight the whole time (and lunch)
Everything I ate in Ireland tasted really fresh- there’s something in the water, I swear (no, really, my hair was so soft and well behaved) The Avoca Terrace Cafe sells the kind of salads and desserts that you’d pay a premium for in London. I had the honey mustard chicken with big dollops of side salads- scoffed before I thought to take a picture- but Nadia and Ismay had a slice of pate each with lots of lovely greens and brown Irish bread. The Pear and Vanilla scone was so big, we had to take it home to finish. It was bloody marvellous served with blackcurrant jam! We looked around the rest of the Avoca shops in the House- my favourite was the supermarket, of course! I wish I had brought a bigger bag with me as there was a jar of Strawberry and Champagne jam that had my name all over it. The girls were raving about Avoca before we got to Powerscourt. I can imagine that sitting on the terrace outside, with a scone and tea overlooking the Wicklow mountains must be pretty out of this world. Damn you rain!! (Or not- Dublin is only an hour’s flight away!)
And of course there’s a golden Pegasus to send you on your way home. I wish there were gold Pegasus’s to bid me farewell every place I visited. Uncomfortably full, we drove home to get ready for our next Dublin adventure…a disco nap would be needed!