Here are a few I took in Arklow and Gorey. First we stopped off at a newsagent's to pay our M50 bridge toll.

Then we strolled the streets of Arklow, stopping in at a few charity shops. I only found one treasure, a little stuffed Garda doll, now christened Ambrose Egan.

Gerry eyed up the Wicklow legs of lamb in the window of the butcher shop. Auntie Helen cooked one for him the next day.

More piles of potatoes outside at the greengrocer's.

And the distinctive shape of the Irish Christmas trees.



And finally a stroll through Gorey with a stop to buy one of our favorite Christmas puddings.

4 comments:
HEY!! Where are the french fry pictures?? There are always fries! (chips?)
I took some, of course, but I thought I'd spare you all the chip pics this time around!
So what did you think of mushy peas? We found some at World Market and Bert was thrilled. I was underwhelmed, but I told him it because they had gotten cold. I don't think that was it. But on a related maybe I am a grownup note, I don't hate brussels sprouts!
Donna, surely you know me better than that! I didn't eat the mushy peas...Gerry did! He loves them.
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