England & Cork in the Spring

Back again with another sporadic posting. Schedules are so overrated.

Anyway.

Haven't been up to much lately. The most exciting thing was going over to England for nearly a week, but that was two weeks ago. It was a very fun time, however. Some highlights: wandering around Leeds, wandering around York, wandering around Birmingham.... Okay, so seriously, I did more than wander around, but the big adventure was Birmingham, where Sarah & I went to see the Wind Ensemble perform.

So, we got there, went to the art museum and then wandered around, wasting time -- and trying not to spend money. So after a while of trying to guess when and where the Wind Ensemble would show up, we gave up and decided to eat. Of course, as things always go, when you've given up you end up finding what you looked for. In this case, after ordering food a few band members showed up in the restaurant where we were eating. So, after that we helped set up the stage (it brought back all kinds of memories, let me tell you) -- and then sat back & watched the performance. It was really good. :) The only downside was not getting to stick around and chat -- Sarah & I literally ran from the concert hall to the train station so that we could catch the last train to get to York. On the upside, having "Molly on the Shore" makes for good running music when it's still going through your head.

Other fun things from York: having my first pasty, tea at Betty's (which should make Mom jealous), and seeing daffodils all over town (so lovely!).

St. Patrick's Day came around, and after I got back into town from England, I went with Nienke & some people she knows well from college to a small céilí -- and I actually knew some of the dances! Also: drunk people and dancing don't mix very well, so it's a good thing they were doing easy dances and repeating some of the dances later in the evening.

Ever since then, though, I've mainly been sequestered in my room, writing an essay. Which was almost like torture, considering how gorgeous the weather has been lately. Seriously, blue skies almost all the time and temperatures in the 50s!

This weather (and the additional hours of sunshine -- it stays light until after 8pm these days) makes up entirely for the miserably dark and rainy fall and winter.

Also, if this nice weather keeps up, I might get a bit of colour back in my skin before I get home -- no sun has meant super paleness.

I should get some more research done...term, and therefore classes, are over...but I still have a thesis that needs to be written. First draft is suppose to be done around July, after all.

There's a Henry Moore Sculpture Museum in Leeds. This looks much more like a woman than the "Interior Form" at Trinity.

The beautiful York Minster in the morning light.

The church ruins in the York Museum Garden.

Daffodils from the York Museum Gardens.

Cork, Fitzgerald Park, Fountain seen through some trees.

Pretty flower from Fitzgerald Park.

Spell Check Doesn't Like Irish Names

The bells of St Finnbarre are ringing. I love the sound of those bells -- even though they don't normally ring out at half 3 in the afternoon. Unusual, but very nice on such a grey and rainy day.
Just wanted to give a bit of an update before I run away to England for the majority of next week. :) I'm really getting excited about having a break...even though it will be weird not to go to college this week.

The presentation went well, though; if anyone cares to know about that. The one criticism? I was too soft spoken -- not aggressive enough. Clearly, my public speaking hasn't gotten any better. Either that or I wasn't feeling confident enough. I leave it to you to decide which one was the greater.

So, that was the school-side of things. Now for some of the fun things I've been up to.

First there was the Post-graduate Ball, on Friday the 2nd, but I'll just let the photos speak for themselves.

Nienke & I clean-up rather well, don't we?

With two of the girls in my class -- Bridget & Jean.

20th Century Ireland MA class photo -- sort of. Also, trying to get a group photo taken in a loud room isn't the best of ideas. (Martin, Me, Dave, Doireann, Jean, Bridget, Niamh, Jean)

Then the following Monday, I went with some classmates to Fota (which contains a zoo/wildlife park) and Cobh. The weather was terrible -- super windy and pouring rain. Besides the fact that it was not "let's walk around a zoo" weather, we walked around the zoo. And gave up on umbrellas about half-way through it.

Taken as a bit of a family joke, really. But, ostriches become much less mean/threatening when they are wind-blown and soaked. They still will stare you down, however.

The, wet and cold, we continued onward to Cobh. Now, Cobh on the best of days is absolutely gorgeous (for proof, see the previous post), but on rainy and windy days can be miserable. There is still some interest -- the high waves splashing again the shore, for instance -- but it's not pretty. After eating some lunch (and warming up a bit) we decided to go up to the cathedral...on the massive hill.

The wind up by the cathedral is always stronger than by the shore, there is nothing up there to stall the wind or slow it down; but that thought didn't seem to deter us in the slightest. However, when I was trying to walk toward the center of the doors and ended up nearly running into the left-hand edge, I began to reconsider going up there as a "good idea." One of the lads, thinking it was all a big joke, how we had veered to get in the door, decided to make a show of running for the door. He nearly ended up running into the left-hand corner of the church, instead of at the door. Needless to say, like good friends we stood inside the door, away from the wind, and nearly fell down with laughter.

Inside the cathedral it was equally creepy. The lighting was very, very low and the wind blowing against the building produced an eerie sound -- it felt very much like we were in some sort of horror movie. There was, however a beauty to the dim lit building, that we had all to ourselves (I presume that no one else was silly enough to go up there with so much wind).

So, after that adventure we headed back down the hill and went to the Heritage Centre -- and tried to dry out some -- and then caught the train back to Cork. Fighting wind and rain for so long made us all want to head for our warm rooms and drier clothes, rather than poke around Cobh.

Of course, the next day (Tues) was absolutely gorgeous -- sunshine and blue skies. Sometimes I think I live out Murphy's Law.

I'm sure I'll have some more exciting stories after coming back from York -- and after celebrating St Patrick's Day in Cork (so exciting! -- the Irish holiday in Ireland).