Laundry in Liverpool to some Beatles Music

Just a short stop to Liverpool by train to do laundry and regroup before meeting up with my sister Lisa in Scotland. It's been a very fast and fun two weeks with Janice, Dean and Dan, and I am still digesting all that we saw and experienced. The friendliness of the people both in the UK and Ireland really stood out to me. Many times, men and/or women would offer to lift my luggage up a flight of stairs. I rarely see that in the states, if ever, anymore. With a sore shoulder and neck, I appreciate the assistance. In the UK they like to say, "excuse me Love", or "no problem Love". I also love that there seems to be live music at every turn.

Here are some photos of Liverpool. Love this city!

Had to do the Beatles tour. Also saw the Cavern Club where they used to play (actually it was rebuilt with the same bricks as the original)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles_at_The_Cavern_Club

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Gritty with a working class feel

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fun and funky

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Special exhibition in the city "Lights on the River"

Ireland: Cliffs of Moher, Quinn, Galway and Dublin

The famous Cliffs of Moher. We were able to see it in stormy and mild weather, both beautiful. The wind and rain were going sideways at times, but that is actually what we expected this time of year, and the boat ride was like an amusement park ride. Wild and beautiful place.

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Doolin Cave

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Quinn Abbey

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Newbridge Country House and Farm. 18th century well preserved Georgian villa build by the Archbishop of Dublin, Charles Cobbe in 1747.  Later the estate was sold to the National Trust. 

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Galway for the night. After this group played, two of them stayed behind to play more. At the next break they happily announced they were from South Bend, Indiana. LOL. The pub was charming to include a hot red coal fireplace.

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Back to Dublin for some more pub time at the famous Temple Bar.

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It's no secret: I love sheep!!

A Man and His Beer: Guinness in Doolin, Ireland

A man sitting alone on a bar stool, stares at his full pint of Guinness as if in deep meditation.  Slowly he brings this cold, dark, frothy drink to his lips for the first taste.  Satisfied and content, his upper lip lined with the tan froth of this dark ale, he lowers it again to the bar staring straight ahead as if thanking the gods of good beer.  Too bad I don’t drink beer, because it looks like such a deep and satisfying ritual here. 

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