Vest, Stud Farm and Waterford

Ok, a few of you have written something to the effect: You talked about the vest you purchased in Dublin, but you didn't show us the vest. What's up; just take a pic and show it to us. I got the message.

There is more about this vest. The tag indicates Mary Lahane, from County Cork in the southern area of Ireland, knit this Sun Dance vest from pure charcoal coloured new wool for my comfort and enjoyment. (That's exactly what it says.) It will get plenty of use here in the Pacific Northwest where keeping one's core warm is important. BTW it does have inserted pockets so expertly done you can hardly notice them on either of the two pictures.

Now that we are up to date regarding my purchase let's take a look at a couple of photos from the third day in Ireland. We left Dublin early in the morning and took M9 to Waterford. There were two important stops made that day. First we toured the Irish National Stud Farm near Kildare. Invincible Spirit was photographed, here's my best.

Capturing a photo of a galloping thoroughbred is not easy while zooming into the pasture. My little camera did pretty well, at least I think so.

Then from horses to glass and the world renown tour of Waterford Crystal. It is named after the city of Waterford, Ireland, a city of just under 50,000 residents. We took a factory tour and had plenty of time to shop in their huge retail center. (You can thank me for whittling the options down to three, I took about 15 photos of the horses and an equal amount inside the Waterford tour. I found both rather fascinating.) Although we only travelled 100 miles or approximately 165 km that day we saw two completely different worlds.

The black marks indicate cuts and I did stand this close, no zooming on this photo

Part of the large retail showroom at Waterford Crystal

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