The Cliffs of Moher, in County Clare, Ireland.
It’s that day again. Another year, another Guinness or two or three. I wonder sometimes what old Saint Patty would make of his holiday being used for fun and frivolity, and more than a little bit of liquid spirits. Did he drink in his monastery, or out and about in his walks across Ireland? Possibly so. He may have needed more than a little help, chasing away all of those snakes and demons. And it may have helped him explain to the Irish how the concept of the Trinity was like the Irish Shamrock, as he did on occasion.
Regardless, drink a toast for me and you and all our brothers and sisters in this life, at least.
The official site of the St Patrick Festival in Dublin is here.
I don’t look in here for a few months and I see it’s no longer in English!
Nice seeing ya again, John. As you can see, things have slowed down around here. Time is the main reason for that. Hopefully, will be able to resuscitate the journal in the future. Hope all is well.