Travel Journal April 3, 1999
Not-so-heavy horses this time.

Holybrooke Hall, Co. Wicklow

One of the things that I had wanted to do while in Ireland was go horeseback riding. I have only been on a horse once in my life, and that was when I was about 8 years old. Fortunately, this was the perfect opportunity, since right next door to Holybrooke hall was a riding studio. I signed up for a ride at 3:00 in the afternoon. Scott and Katherine took some pictures of my getting up on the horse, as you can see:

The ride lasted about two hours, and was very enjoyable. I was surprised by the fact that I was given virtually no instruction, although I was able to intuit most of what I needed to do (or in some cases, remember from my one riding experience 30 years earlier.) Also, I assumed that the horse (A gentle fellow named "Monkey") knew more than I did, which most of the time turned out to be correct. The only minor problem that I had was that Monkey wanted to eat plant that we passed by.

I can hardly believe that I only spent two nights at Holybrooke, it seems like longer. Anyway, it was time to take my leave, so Scott and Katherine drove me to Dublin to look for a B&B. The first few places we tried were very expensive, and most of them where full because of the Easter weekend. However, a quick consultation of the Let's Go! guide revealed that less expensive accomodations could be found on Gardiner street. These too were booked up, but an inquiry at the O'Shea's hotel resulted in paydirt: Specifically, the owner of another B&B which did have room was currently dining at the hotel, and would speak with me shortly. This lady, who's name is Mrs. Sheila Sile, owns a B&B down the street from the hotel in a place called "Custom Hall", and she actually got up in the middle of her dinner to get me settled in, even to the extent of helping my carry my heavy bag to her place.