If I handed you a list of the top 10 things to do in Ireland before you die, how many do you reckon you could tick off?
Confession — I’ve never been to the Giant’s Causeway. Or the Guinness Storehouse. I’ve never seen the wildflower season in the Burren nor taken a boat tour to Skellig Michael. But as of this month, dear reader, I have been to Newgrange, and it only took me 30 years to get there! (Slow progress is still progress, I always say.)
It’s terrible, how complacent we can become about tourist attractions in our own country, putting off a visit for ‘someday soon’, while Americans on tour buses see literally every single thing, place, and person of interest in Ireland within five days.
I enlisted my father as my trusty travel companion — he can be counted on to keep me stocked in bottled water and protein bars — and we set sail for Dublin. He doesn’t like music to be played in the car, and he’s not too fond of podcasts or, er, talking, so it was a delightfully silent road trip. (Have you ever realised how loud your thoughts can seem? Because I have.)
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