A word from Dublin

We’re here for the consecration of the new Bishop of Cashel tomorrow.  Poppy wasn’t invited so has gone to stay with our Simon in his apartment in Edinburgh.  Reports suggest that city life suits her.  Haven’t found that authentic Irish pub yet – maybe we should follow some of the groups of hen party people in rabbit ears?  We walked down through Temple Bar and across the new Millennium Bridge and into a new area which is entirely Italian.  The new Luas tram system passing at the end of the street completed the impression of being in Amsterdam or Berlin rather than Dublin.