A day in Dublin

Not often one has a ‘great day out’. But today’s outing to Dublin with Kenny and David was just that. We did some serious business with our opposite numbers in the Diocese of Meath and Kildare about reviving our diocesan link. I’m finding it easier to view the Church of Ireland as at least partly an outsider – not least because the social and economic changes in Ireland are so enormous that my insider knowledge is already seriously out of date. Business done, we headed into Temple Bar in Dublin where a pub with music provided some welcome shelter from the rain. And then home with Ryanair on what I would say was the bumpiest flight I can remember in a long time. And the landing …. no trickling the Camel over the trees on a wisp of throttle and gently settling down onto the grass of the runway.  If Biggles had slammed the Camel down like that, I am sure the undercarriage would simply have collapsed.

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  1. Do we ever have full knowledge of a place? I have lived in Ireland most of my life and it still has the capacity to baffle and amaze – Dublin particularly. There’s that perceptive line in “1066 and all that”, Gladstone “spent his declining years trying to guess the answer to the Irish Question; unfortunately, whenever he was getting warm, the Irish secretly changed the Question”

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