Day 3: Dublin -Cork
I returned from the most spectacular dinner and Irish Cabaret to find Peter in the most woeful state. This manflu thingie is getting out of hand. Do you know how many hours there are until dawn breaks at Solstice in the Northern Hemisphere? Neither of us got so much as 1 hour's sleep. However our bags had to be at our door at 7 am and we had to be on the coach ready to battle Monday morning in Dublin where they are digging up every road to get one train station to connect with the other train station at the opposite ends of town. Nobody thought of connecting them at the time they were being built so they're doing it now, 10 years later.
Our destination was the Irish National Stud and Japanese Gardens. It was a pretty day to look at but the temperature was 6 C. We had the clothing for such weather but securely packed. We spent the most fascinating hour and a half walking around on a guided tour of this stud and blood stock business worth billions of euros. By the time we got back to the restaurant Peter was blue with the cold which has now sunk into his chest.
Back into our luxury coach and on to the medieval city of Kilkenny where we were informed of the craft of making the hurley. Our informer was a national hero of the game of Hurling. He is blessed with 4 sons all of whom share their Dad's sporting passion. Others in our group went on to discover the delights of Kilkenny,  but my job now is to stop Peter from getting any worse. Pneumonia is now on the horizon.
Our coach drove on to Cahir with its 13th century castle. Blow the castle. Just get 2 more spoonsful of chicken broth into Peter.
Then on through these enchanting country lanes to Cork where I could tuck Peter into bed after another 2 tblsp of hot broth.
Will these intrepid travellers get any sleep tonight? You'll have to wait to find out.