Days slip past easily in Cork. We’re exploring something new almost daily, and, when we’re not, we’re recovering from our explorations. Sunday, mostly on the recommendation of some folks we’ve met here, we took the bus down to Crosshaven. Tuesday we put on our tourist hats and took a bus around the ring of Kerry. Today’s been a successful day of errands, including repairing a camera lens, printing out some travel documents, tracking down hard to find vitamins, and topping up our mobile plan.
Here’s a little bit from our Sunday trip. Crosshaven was our longest ride on Bus Eirann so far, about 45 minutes from town. We passed the first 1960s syle car based suburb of the trip, outside of Carrigaline. As a friend back home pointed out, it’s still got narrow lanes, bike lanes, and sidewalks, but it’s also not a convenient bus ride or walk to shopping. As a result, the roads get pretty congested, especially during rush hours. Old town Carrigaline, on the other hand, was charming, but congested. Of course, i made the expected joke about catching the 220 bus on our next trip. Whatever it takes.
But, you go to Crosshaven for the harbor views, and they are worth the trip.
I assume the outdoor section of the arcade/amusement park is operational in season, but there’s something about on in the off-season that fascinates me. Occasionally, we visit the Jefferson Pools, in Bath County, Virginia. Across the road, is the Warm Springs Inn. The Inn was run, and may still be, it’s been a few years since we’ve been there as the Pools have been closed for renovations for a while, by a couple who have traveled with various carnivals. They kept some rides and stuff behind the inn, and I loved walking around back there.
We climbed to the top of the hill behind the town, where Camden Fort Meagher sits adjacent to the GAA fields. It was closed for the season as well. We’d been told that the far side of the peninsula, Church Bay, was the really pretty part. Sadly, we weren’t up to the extra mile or so of trekking, as it would have meant a long hike back up the hill. Maybe next time.
I mentioned that we’d tried to anticipate all the things that could go wrong on a lengthy trip and prepare for them. Obviously we couldn’t predict a global pandemic, but we did pay for most everything using cards that provide travel insurance, and we bought pretty comprehensive health insurance at a surprisingly reasonable price with a very low deductible. So, yay us. It’ll be very disappointing if our little side trips to Dublin and Paris later in the month have to be cancelled, or worse, our 3 weeks in Portugal in April, but we’ll deal with that if it happens.
Neither could we have predicted a stock market crash, whose ramifications on our savings we’ll have to deal with on our return. But again, much of the trip was paid off in advance, we live pretty frugally, and our budget so far is unaffected.
But hey, on to our trip so far.
Our apartment here in town is possibly the best location available. This past Saturday, for instance, we walked to a farmers market, fancy gourmet shop, 3 supermarkets, and the English Market to pick up food, dry goods, and booze. For the most part, fruits and vegetables (or veg, in the local vernacular) are cheaper than back home, often significantly so. Avocados right now are about 70 cents each. Red & yellow bell peppers similarly priced. Potatoes around 50 cents/lb ($1.20/kilo). Kerrygold butter is roughly $3.00/lb; other brands of Irish butter are much less, and just as good.
On the other hand, booze is quite expensive. Standard size bottle is 700 ml, so about 8% smaller than US bottles. This local gin, one of the least expensive, is a little over $25.
On the other hand, the generic Indian tonic water at Tesco is comparable to any of the craft tonic waters that have sprung up in the States, and it’s a quarter a liter.
So, eating and drinking in the apartment, which we do maybe half the time, is probably cheaper than back home. And the streaky rashers i bought the other day at The English Market for under $3/lb were better than any bacon i’ve had in the US in a good long while.
This is the view down our block, probably taken on a Sunday morning last fall. There’s Indian, Malaysian, kebabs, pizza, and tacos within two blocks. Two further blocks, and more pub food than i can count. We’ve ended up with The Silly Goose as our local – they have a Wings and Pint special for 10 Euro, which includes essentially a full order of pretty decent wings.
Looking south on Main Street, a block or two from our apartment.The beginning of “Pub Row” on Washington Street, 4 blocks from our apartment.
The bartenders and cook at the Goose all remembered our names the second time we went in, always a good sign. Barry, in the kitchen, took the time to fill us in on some local scenic spots off the tourist trail. We got to visit Crosshaven yesterday on his suggestion.
Chris runs a small gaming cafe called Tabletop about 3 blocks away. We’ve spent a few rainy afternoons there our first month, learning a few new games (Unearth and 7 Wonders, if you’re curious.)
Jack and Leon behind the bar at The Old Town Whiskey Bar provided us with an extensive history lesson of Irish distilling, and a wide range of whiskeys to taste a couple of weeks ago.
We’ve been out to the theater twice so far. The Everyman is a larger, and more ornate room that seats about 600 people. The production we saw there, A Holy Show, is based on a real event, when an Aer Lingus flight was hijacked by an ex-monk, and spent 7 tense hours on the tarmac in Paris. We also went to the Cork Arts Theatre, a more intimate venue, to see a production of The Parish. The funny story about that night is we showed up without tickets, only to learn that the show was sold out. But it was pouring rain outside, so we chatted with the box office attendant for a bit before heading back outside to continue our night. Before we left, the manager came by, and said he had gotten a call from a patron who had two extra tickets that she wasn’t going to use. He gave us her phone number (!), Claire called her, and we met in the lobby a few minutes before curtain and acquired tickets. Theresa turned out to be a charming lady, and after we met her sister and brother-in-law, i said to Claire that he had clearly been to Blarney and kissed the stone. Both plays were two person productions, with each actor playing multiple parts. The Parish was written pretty much about rural County Cork, so there were a lot of local references that went right over our heads. But funny people are funny, no matter the specificities, and we enjoyed it very much.
We’ve also fallen in with a science fiction/fantasy reading group. In February, we read the short novel This is How You Lose The Time War, and the dozen or so of us had a lively and wide-ranging two hour discussion over a few pints. For March, we’re slogging through Neal Stephenson’s ridiculously long Seveneves, about which i’ve shared some thoughts on Facebook previously. Let’s just say that, having finished this thing, i don’t have any greater opinion of it. Should be a fun group next week.
More regular photo blogging to come this week. Thanks for following along!
We left Durham on the morning of 29 January, passingthrough Philadelphia on the way to Dublin, where we arrived after the overnight flight on the morning of the 30th. Rented a car in Dublin and drove through Kildare to Athlone, where we spent a few nights in the town of Claire’s grandfather’s last Irish residence.
The trip got off to an auspicious start, as we shared our flight with the legendary John Prine.
We also stopped at St. Brigid’s Well, one of several sites to share that name, in Kildare. St. Brigid’s Day, 1 February, is supposedly the second most observed saint’s day in Ireland, but we saw very little of that when we arrived in Cork on the first.
We drank some of Sean’s whiskey and ale, from the oldest pub in Ireland, and probably in Europe, dating back to the year 900 AD.
All of that was prep for our 60 day stay in Cork City, which we are halfway through. Good time to take stock.
Before we left North Carolina, we went through what we thought was a comprehensive checklist of things that could go wrong, and prepared as well as we could. We hired an arborist to to evaluate and take down trees which might threaten the house, and tried, though unsuccessfully, to eliminate the intermittent failures in the fridge. The workaround appears to have taken, though, so we’ll deal with that on our return.
Our main concerns in Ireland were for the weather and the exchange rate. We have no control over either, of course, other than to prepare. Our rain gear has worked out. That’s good news, as Cork received roughly twice as much rain this February as in any previous. It’s been colder than anticipated, but still above freezing on even the coldest nights. Even on our arrival, the sun was setting at 6, so that wasn’t much of an issue. I guess we’re pretty far west in the time zone, because the first week we were here it wasn’t getting light until 8:30 or so. But now, three weeks out from the equinox, it’s getting light before 8, and staying light until nearly 7.
The first crescent of the new moon and Venus have been dancing together a few nights each month after sunset. We have a great view of the western sky from our balcony. Unfortunately, the weather has not cooperated, and i’ve missed out on catching any good photos. Should get one more chance in 26 days just before we leave.
We’ve walked all throughout the city, averaging better than 5 miles a day. As far east as Blackrock Castle, and south to the suburb of Douglas.
North to Glen River Park, and west to where the river splits into the two branches that turn City Center into an island.
Before leaving the US, we had thought about booking a kayak tour around the Island. But having walked around the whole thing, and seen the river in its various angry stages, neither of us is in the mood for that.
Can’t talk about Ireland without talking about beer and whiskey. Our first visit three years ago, we mostly stuck with the Guinness regardless of where in the country we were. Here in Cork, it’s been the local brews, Murphy’s and Beamish. Pro tip from one of our bartenders – the Beamish is better in the Douglas Street pubs, and i can’t say he was wrong.
As in the US, craft brewing has made some inroads against the big brewers. Unlike the US, i can’t say they’re an improvement over the traditional beers. We are walking distance to 3 of Cork’s small breweries, Franciscan Well, Rising Sons, and Elbow Lane. Of those, i thought Elbow Lane had the best beers, but it’s mostly a high end restaurant rather than a drinking establishment. Rising Sons is a great place to watch sporting events, and Franciscan Well is a nice little live performance room, but neither has beers that struck me as superior to the Murphy’s, or even Guinness.
The big distillery in these parts is in Midleton. The old part is now used for public tours, while most of the whiskey is produced in the modern, off-limits distillery. We also did a craft whiskey tasting at one of the local establishments, and came up with some favorites that may not be available for purchase in the states. Could be a stop at the duty free shop is in our future on the way home. Midleton is also home to the Kindred Spirits monument. Full blog posts about our visit below.
Later on, some thoughts about food and people. But right now, the sun is shining, and we’re headed out the door to Cross Haven.
It’s been substantially wetter in Cork, and indeed all of Ireland, this February than normal. So we’ve kept our eye on the forecast for sunny, or at least cloudy days, in order to explore the surrounding areas.
Blarney, or at least the Blarney Stone, wasn’t high on our list. But it is an 800 year old castle, and it does have a nice set of gardens, and, most importantly, it’s a 20 minute bus ride in the local zone, about 2 Euro each way.
Wednesday was our day.
Pretty much downtown Blarney
The bus stops adjacent to the Blarney Woolen Mills, which, having been shuttered 45 years ago after a 150 year run, is now a tourist destination where you can purchase all manner of Irish woolen goods and trinkets. And i guess there are some folks who come to Blarney just to buy a sweater, but i assume it’s mostly the kind of thing you do after climbing the castle steps and kissing the stone.
Only 1 restaurant in town, and the one at the mill, were open when we were there. I was having a hankering for sausage rolls, and they weren’t on the menu at either, so we skipped it, and ate when we got back home.
Anyway, from town, you can get your first view of the castle.
Actually, this photo is from the castle grounds, but the view is essentially the same as from town.
Had a nice chat with one of the groundskeepers, who seemed eager for a break, about native species, invasives, both in Ireland and North Carolina, some of the odd ferns growing on the grounds, whether he had given names to the trees he was tending. He had an interesting theory that, after the last Ice Age, almost all of Europe and much of the Americas had been denuded of plant life, so whatever took in the aftermath couldn’t be considered invasive. I told him about kudzu, so maybe that data point will lead him to modify his philosophy.
Tiki fernOne of several waterfalls on the grounds
There is, of course, a lot of history on the grounds. This old lime kiln, where limestone was converted into quicklime to use as fertilizer, fascinated me. On the placard was a reminder that “lime enriches the father, but impoverishes the son.” Referencing that the continued use of lime as a fertilizer ends up depleting the soil in the long run.
I like to think of these as the servants’ quarters, but in reality it’s a residence built in more recent times (late 19th century) by the family that currently owns the castle
This formation of nine rocks, 7 standing and 2 toppled, supposedly dates back centuries. The story is that the king on the land, father of 9 children, led his people to a war in which he lost both his sons and so, in mourning, toppled the two stones representing them.
There was also this fallen dolmen, whose portal i passed through. Perhaps i now have some mystical powers.
On to the castle itself! We obviously were not the first to be here.
Also had some company on the way up.
The view from the top is pretty spectacular.
And, finally, the great stone itself. It’s the smooth, almost bluish thing at the bottom of the wall. And no, i didn’t put my lips on it. But i did tip the two attendants who help contort you into the ridiculous position you need to assume in order to get your face near enough to kiss it.
After the Kindred Spirits memorial, and probably before it in most minds, Midleton is best known as the home of the Jameson whiskey distillery. In actuality, the distillery is home to a number of brands belonging to Irish Distillers, a joint venture between the Jameson, Powers, and Cork distillers formed in the mid 1960s, at a time when the whiskey industry worldwide was at a nadir. The original distillery was constructed in the 1700s as a wool mill, and eventually became a distillery around 1825. It was a production distillery through 1975, when the new distillery was constructed adjacent. The old buildings were converted to a visitor center in the early 90s.
I’ve toured the Bourbon Trail in Kentucky a few times. I’ve also been a home brewer for about 30 years, so i have a bit of background in how corn or barley are turned into alcohol, and how alcohol is turned into whiskey. Even so, the unique history of the Midleton Distillery, and the enthusiasm of Connor, our tour guide, made this a very enjoyable 90 minutes.
Exterior of the old distillery, with copper pot still.
The tour starts with a short film explaining some of the history of whiskey making in Ireland, particularly of the Jameson brand, before you get into the details. Jameson is the most widely distributed of the brands produced here, especially in the US, but i’ve been able to purchase the Redbreast 12 year, and a John Powers whiskey back home in NC.
In the past, the buildings we toured were in use as grain warehouses, malting houses, and milleries in addition to distilling stations.
Tour guide Connor holds up a tile from the old maltings. The small indentations allow the soaked grain to begin to sprout; larger holes on the bottom of the tile allow air to circulate.After germinating, the grain has to be kiln dried. The kiln floors can get hot, so this was the 19th century solution to keeping your feet from burning.
The main thing I’ve learned that differentiates Irish whiskey from any other style, is that it is distilled from a mixture of malted and unmalted, that is, germinated and ungerminated, barley. This came about mostly as a result of the British Crown’s taxation policies. Malted barley was taxed at a much higher rate than unmalted barley. In order to keep at least some profits in house, Irish distillers learned how to balance the two types in their production processes. After the sprouted grain was kiln dried, it was then milled into grist onsite.
This waterwheel dates back to 1852.
As in beer making, the crushed grain is mashed to encourage the conversion of starch into sugars. The resulting wort is then cooled for a bit, before yeast is introduced to turn that sugar into alcohol. In this case, it was transferred to 45,000 gallon wooden tanks.
No, seriously, 45,000 gallon wooden tanks, hanging out 10 feet above your head. At a pound a pint, that’s 180 tons of liquid.
Distilling is the process of separating the alcohol from the fermented wort. There’s a couple of ways of doing that, but they all take advantage of the fact that alcohol boils at a lower temperature than water. You heat the liquid to somewhere around 180° F, collect the alcohol laden vapor in a tube, then chill it and catch the condensate in a separate tank. Which impurities you leave in, and which you take out, is part of the distiller’s art. Traditionally, Irish whiskey was all made in a copper single pot still, like the one in the first picture above. Now, most are made using a combination of pot stills and column stills. The latter is common in bourbon making. Irish whiskeys made the traditional way are labeled as single pot still.
This is apparently the largest pot still in the world. It was so big, and the room so small, that even with my widest angle I couldn’t get all of it in the frame. So here’s a closeup.These three are much smaller, and are in use in the testing rooms, where new recipes are concocted and tried out. I suspect they are much newer than the big boy.
The second part of the distiller’s art is the aging. American bourbons are aged for a minimum of two years in charred oak barrels, which can only be used once. The warehouses are a couple of stories high, and the barrels are rotated from the top to the bottom at least once, because the temperature differences, both throughout the year, and across the building, are great enough that a barrel allowed to age in the warmer top story in the summer will impart a different flavor to its whiskey than one on the floor in the winter.
Temperatures in Ireland are not so variable, and the warehouses are generally a single story. So the barrels are stacked three high, and not rotated during the aging process. Different types of barrels are used, including former bourbon and sherry barrels, as well as some virgin oak barrels. Much Irish whiskey is actually matured in a sequence of barrels, which can be re-used up to 3 times before being discarded. Most of the discards end up in Cuba, where they are used to age rum.
Master Distiller Barry Crockett grew up on the site. Some of the last whiskey produced by his father was made available for purchase recently, at $40,000/bottle. You had to act fast, though. All 48 bottles sold out in a couple of days. Maybe start saving for the 2021 release.
Yesterday we took the train into Midleton. It’s about a half hour ride, most of the way sharing the same track as the train to Cobh, splitting off for the final two stops.
Midleton is a bit smaller than Cobh, with much less waterfront and no harbor to speak of. There are two main points of interest, the distillery and the Kindred Spirits memorial. I’ll make a separate post about the distillery, but here’s some thoughts and images about the memorial and the town.
Directly adjacent to the train station is Midleton’s hurling pitch. Unfortunately for us, the next match is a few months down the road.
This sculpture, near where the railway road lets you off into town, is entitled Flock of Geese, or some such. Seems to me that “Halp!” would be more appropriate.
Midleton is, essentially, a single main street kind of town. It’s about 7 or 8 blocks long, with enough restaurants, bars, bake shops, etc., for a town thrice its size, and a decent number of shoe stores, clothing stores, & real estate offices as well. The alleys and side lanes hold a few surprises, too.
Adjacent to the distillery is a pollinator garden. It’s still winter (even if the pagan calendar says it’s early spring), so not much is blooming. Roughly double the normal amount of rain has fallen across the country this February, so every small creek is racing.
The Kindred Spirits memorial is in a small park, roughly a kilometer south of the town center. Enough hasbeensaid about the memorial elsewhere that i don’t need to add anything. It was a truly humbling experience. I hope some of my photos can convey that feeling.
Yesterday we took a short bus ride to Glen River Park, at the north end of the city. We walked through the park and back into town.
The trails through the park — some paved, some not — follow a small stream. We were never too far from civilization; in most places you could see nearby houses, and sometimes hear a nearby highway. But it was still a peaceful stroll by a babbling brook.
As usual, Barry took a lot of photos, and I’m sure he will be sharing them!
I’ve gotten a bit spoiled by the Eno River State Park, especially by the unofficial trails that I usually follow, or the bushwhacking I do when it’s not tick and poison ivy season. I’d forgotten how much litter gathers in urban parks. It was a big disheartening.
This bit of artwork was in the park, with no plaque or explanation. It sort of evokes a yin/yang symbol, and included all these little tiles that looks like they were likely made by kids.
I’ve taken a lot of photos that haven’t found a home in any blog posts the past couple of weeks. Plenty of street art, but some other things as well. Here’s a catch-all post for some of them.
Yesterday we walked four miles east and a bit south of the city to the Blackrock Castle Observatory. There was a clear blue sky when we left, within 10 blocks there was a few minutes of sleet, then it was lovely enough to remove our coats, and by the time we arrived at the castle there were gale force gusts of wind. The walk took us through some of the more posh residential neighborhoods than we’ve seen thus far, as well as a couple of small villages/neighborhoods, and a stretch along the Lee River.
Blackrock pier
The base of the castle — the squarish part below the towers — was built in the late 16th century to intimidate pirates who were sailing upriver and wreaking havoc. Later, when England was at war with Spain and the fighting spilled over into Ireland, the towers were built, although the war ended without the fort ever being used in battle. It went through a number of uses in the ensuing centuries, primarily as a sort of country club for the wealthier citizens. There were a couple of fires that destroyed any of the furnishings and tapestries that we normally associate with castle life. By the end of the 20th century it was a restaurant and event center. In 2007, the Cork Institute of Technology had the winning proposal of what to do with the property, and along with the City of Cork turned it into the science center it is now.
View from below the castle. The circular display in the foreground is for spotting landmarks on the view of the river.It gets bit windy up there.
This is not just a science museum for kids, but also a working observatory. While we were getting the tour, a young scientist worked his way through the crowd and into the lab that we were viewing through glass doors. They have a telescope, but the Irish climate does not allow for a lot of clear skies for viewing. So the scientists there focus on software development that they share with other observatories.
It isn’t as big as other kid-oriented science museums that I’ve seen, but the kids who were there were clearly enjoying themselves. In addition to the few exhibits, interactive and otherwise, there is the planetarium.
I’ve been to planetariums (planetaria?) in New York and San Francisco, and even the one in Chapel Hill is a sizable auditorium with the sort of show that evokes Ooohs and Ahhhs.
The planetarium at Blackrock Castle was nothing like those.
Inside a room in the castle stood a dome made out of fabric: the inflatable igloo. You enter through a rather, um, evocative slit between two inflated tubes, into a small chamber no bigger than a person, then through another slit. The room inside is maybe 15′-20′ in diameter; there were roughly 10 adults and 8 kids at our show. In the center is the planetarium apparatus; the audience sits on the floor in a single row around the edge of the circle. The presenter sits on the floor, too.
The show itself was very basic: what’s in the sky tonight, when is the best time of day or year to view various planets, a bit about some constellations. The presenter runs the show from a tablet, and she seemed to be fairly new to it as there were a few Ooopsies as she sped through months instead of hours, or couldn’t get the button to work to highlight Ursa Major.
But it was utterly charming. Unlike auditorium shows where everyone is suitably hushed, this was more of a conversation, with kids shouting out comments or questions, smaller ones squirming in their parents’ laps. It may not be Hayden planetarium, but it was a hit with the kids, and families were lined up for the next show.
We took the bus back into town, our first foray by (double decker!) bus. The castle is also the starting point for a greenway that extends several miles south along the river, so we will likely take the bus out there again at some point and enjoy the walk.
View of the greenway along the Lee River from the castle roof. We were on the roof of the fort portion of the castle. They were not taking visitors to the tower roof because there had been gale force gusts that day!
Another winter storm (Dennis) is sweeping through Cork today. Lots of wind and sideways rain blowing in from the west. Here’s some more photos of our walk up the hills on the south side of the city the other day.
Front and rear views of the cathedral. The sky was changing rapidly that day.
Some details of the cathedral
Dead peopleOld Beamish brewery. The goldfish weathervane echoes the one above the Shandon Bells on the north side of the cityI felt like i could live in this neighborhood, but the real estate market is so hot here, that almost everything is sold before it’s listed. As outsiders, we’re not privy to those kinds of sales, and it will be difficult to get to that point in any reasonable period of time. Wonder Woman as Kali, i guess
Cork Spring 