Living here, I almost forget about the holiday season until my family phones and are like, "we are sending you are Christmas present." Which always involves repeating about how difficult it is to get something posted to a post box (which I do not have to my name and share with someone I have never met whose name I do not know whose name the box actually IS in). The end result is a trip to Western Union or a bank wire, that always loses the "festive" touch I suppose. As I am Muslim, there are no dinners, or decorating, besides, so all in all, I hardly notice beyond the Christmas phone calls to relatives far and away (such as myself).
|12th century Templar castle, in ruins by the lake.|
|Queen Meabh's Cairn|
(I doubt Lissadell would interest MOP a great deal.). The the train ride itself I could probably talk him into, and exploring the gardens and grounds but the house and its history would interest only myself:
Beyond just hoping to enjoy some hiking, archeology, and picnicing, and beyond being cosy in a great old country house, I fully intend, with or without MOP, rain or shine, to go riding across the estate to the beach. I haven't gone in ages, and I swear I am dying.