no, muckross is not a condition or affliction but an abbey, house and gardens in killarney, ireland.
before our visit to ireland, the southern region was just hammered with massive rainfall. many rivers, streams and whatnot flooding over, submerging a good deal of the irish countryside in a watery crypt. despite my fears of dying a watery death, we decided to proceed south to check out muckross anyways.
the road to muckross abbey was met with water all the way to road level with just the tops of the trees visible under i don't know how many feet of water. we parked the car on what we hoped was dry land or at least dry land until we could return to said rental car.
with much trepidation (at least on my part), we approached the abbey, which was now closed for the season (see previous post regarding how things close for the "season" over here), which seemed to be surrounded by what seemed to an unusually large amount of water that was constantly lapping up onto the shore and taking with it little pebbles back into it's depths.
showing no fear whatsoever (ah, the youth) the peanuts climbed on the abbey's ruins and watched various dogs scope the now flooded area out as well as leave "messages" for other passing pooches. all i could worry about was when the tide was coming in and would it engulf us all. see? my watery death thing is kinda constant, especially in an area that is just, in my opinion, swimming in ALOT of water.
luckily, we also wanted to check out the muckross house, so our watery visit to the abbey was quite short (phew).
note: we returned to the semi-submeged parking lot and the rental car was fine. as we drove off to the safety of muckross house, i couldn't help but think, geez babe, could you just drive a little bit faster? i mean if i were my husband, i would have hightailed it out of there a tad faster as you can never predict what water is going to do. better to be safe and dry than wet and sorry.
just sayin'.
before our visit to ireland, the southern region was just hammered with massive rainfall. many rivers, streams and whatnot flooding over, submerging a good deal of the irish countryside in a watery crypt. despite my fears of dying a watery death, we decided to proceed south to check out muckross anyways.
the road to muckross abbey was met with water all the way to road level with just the tops of the trees visible under i don't know how many feet of water. we parked the car on what we hoped was dry land or at least dry land until we could return to said rental car.
with much trepidation (at least on my part), we approached the abbey, which was now closed for the season (see previous post regarding how things close for the "season" over here), which seemed to be surrounded by what seemed to an unusually large amount of water that was constantly lapping up onto the shore and taking with it little pebbles back into it's depths.
showing no fear whatsoever (ah, the youth) the peanuts climbed on the abbey's ruins and watched various dogs scope the now flooded area out as well as leave "messages" for other passing pooches. all i could worry about was when the tide was coming in and would it engulf us all. see? my watery death thing is kinda constant, especially in an area that is just, in my opinion, swimming in ALOT of water.
luckily, we also wanted to check out the muckross house, so our watery visit to the abbey was quite short (phew).
note: we returned to the semi-submeged parking lot and the rental car was fine. as we drove off to the safety of muckross house, i couldn't help but think, geez babe, could you just drive a little bit faster? i mean if i were my husband, i would have hightailed it out of there a tad faster as you can never predict what water is going to do. better to be safe and dry than wet and sorry.
just sayin'.
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