Wind, water, wild mooring on the River Shannon
Thursday 29/09/2011 Dublin - Glasson
Motto of the day: A pleasant welcome
We arrive at Dublin airport at midday, pick up a hire car and drive into the city. It is a warm day with 19°C and at Lock 4 of the Grand Canal is a market with people enjoying their lunch break along the bank. We also have a coffee break while talking with Mick Farrell about low water levels in the canal and this and that.
In the afternoon we leave Dublin for Glasson. At Wineport Lodge we enjoy the mild weather on the terrace of our room at the waterside with nice views of the lake while sipping a bottle of bubbly. In the evening we have a delicious dinner in the restaurant.
Friday 30/09/2011 Glasson - Limerick
Motto of the day: A warm welcome
After a substantial and tasty breakfast with eggs and salmon we start for a trip through the Burren. The weather is Irish, it’s bucketing down at times in the morning and the Burren Mountains are covered in hill fog and rain clouds but it is again mild. And driving on the small back roads is fun for us and I let the locals overtake at every possible opportunity. After extensive shopping in the Burren Smokehouse in Lisdoonvarna we drive further on to Liscannor. Here we have a seafood lunch in Vaughan’s Anchor Inn. Then we go on to Limerick where we visit nice friends.
Under the River Shannon:
Saturday 01/10/2011 Limerick - Banagher - Terryglass
Motto of the day: Back on the Shannon
We leave early and after a shopping stop in Nenagh we arrive at Banagher and board Silver Spray 36L of Silverline. The sky is cloudy in the morning with some rain but later in the afternoon it becomes drier and we have only a light drizzle. We drive downstream to Terryglass. It is Saturday and some boats stay there also overnight. The lake is flat and a sailing boat arrives in the fading daylight.
Sunday 02/10/2011 Terryglass - Mountshannon - Terryglass
Motto of the day: Fog covering lake and horizon
In the early morning I can see O'Sullivan's Marina on the opposite shore but later at around nine o’clock fog will slowly move in and cover everything.
A Great Crested Grebe (Haubentaucher) is hunting in the harbour and catches a 'huge' fish. The fish is nearly too big for her (or him?) to gulp down as a whole but the bird isn’t stupid and uses the pressure of the water while diving to bring the fish deeper in. Only the tail tip is still left over after appearing back to the surface.