Day 32: Ladies View

Laetitia met her group in Killarney, and they spent the day hiking to Ladies View at Killarney National Park. When Queen Victoria visited the Killarney Lakes area in 1861, her retinue stopped at a spot with a splendid view of the lakes so her ladies-in-waiting could admire the view. The place came to be known as “Ladies View.” That afternoon, back in a pub in Killarney, Laetitia heard a joke about an American college student that became the limerick of the day.

Touring Ireland, a lad from Purdue
As he stopped for his map to review
Saw three maids, it would seem
Bathing nude in a stream
And he thought he was at Ladies View.

Day 31: Ale Tale

As she walked down Raglan Road toward the Emerald Victorian in the early dawn hour, Laetitia looked forward to the alkaloid rush that only freshly roasted and ground coffee can bring. She was also excited because today she wouldn’t actually have to lead a tour.

She had been delighted to receive an email the day before from Mind’s Eye headquarters wherever that was and learn that about once every month or so she should go to the Emerald Victorian and do some long-term planning instead of leading a tour. She still needed to provide a limerick, however, since those who read the Mind’s Eye blog would expect it.

As she sipped her first cup of coffee and browsed the library, she wondered where the headquarters of Mind’s Eye Limerick Tours might be. She still suspected that her grandmother was somehow involved in this, but she decided it wouldn’t be prudent to ask.

When Laetitia and her grandmother had toured Ireland, they both especially liked an Irish cream ale called Kilkenny. They had also found it on trips to Canada, Australia, and New Zealand, but they could never find it in the United States. This experience from the past inspired the limerick of the day.

Though Kilkenny’s a wonderful brew
Quaffed in Dublin and Halifax too
And Christchurch and Sydney
Great with steak pie and kidney
In the U.S. it’s rare as the gnu.

Day 30: Mice Aren’t Nice

Still in Killorglin, Laetitia and her group did a walkabout. While the rest of her group went from shop to shop, Laetitia found herself standing next to a pet store. The building had an arcade, under which a young girl was standing behind a table with various cuddly animals and some cages containing white mice. The girl told Laetitia that she was there because she needed the money, but she hated the work. Every once in a while the mice got out, and one would run up her dress, in which case she would stand on a chair yelling “eek” until the shop owner came to rescue her.

That afternoon the group hiked in the area, and at dinner Laetitia presented the limerick of the day.

In Killorglin, a meek Irish maid
Was of small furry creatures afraid
But despite this misgiving
She “eeked” out a living
Selling mice in a pet shop arcade.

Day 29: King Puck; Bad Luck

Laetitia and her group continued on the Ring of Kerry to Killorglin. Killorglin is a picturesque town on a salmon fishing river, the Laune. Each year on August 10–12, Killorglin plays host to the Puck Fair. The king of the Puck Fair is a mountain goat. The festival stems from when Cromwell invaded Ireland and a herd of stampeding mountain goats warned the Killorglin villagers of the approach of his army. As leader of an imaginary tour, Laetitia could have taken her group to Killorglin at the time of the Puck Fair, but this day’s group was crowd-shy, so she didn’t bother. Instead they went to the Basement Museum that tells the history of the area in old photographs and newspapers. They then visited a cheese factory where a local variety of gouda is made.

That afternoon in the pub she talked to the bartender about the Puck Fair, and he told her a story—unverified, as usual—that became the limerick for the day.

Bowing low at the fair for King Puck
At the end of a dance was bad luck
As the crowd clapped and cheered
By King Puck, Colm was reared
And he now walks around like a duck.