The kids remember the playground from our last trip to Ireland, we visited Howth. Located on the seafront, it’s a perfect for kids Maebh’s size – especially the fire pole is not too high. So given her new found skill and love for sliding down the pole, she can do this one. And that she did, over & over & over.
After about 40 minutes, I convinced them to leave the playground for a bit and to walk the East Pier to the end. While the pier is rather wide and plenty of space, I just get a bit nervous being near the water with the kids, but it was fine. We walked to the end – but not without a couple injuries and then back again.
Then we took the Howth Express – a little tram which according to the map took you in a big loop. Due to planning or some other problem, the little tram doesn’t do that loop at all. Truthfully it was a bit disappointing for the cost and I’m really glad we did it before Nils was with us. The tram driver did stop at the top near the Howth Castle and let the kids come out and toot the horn so the kids, however, enjoyed it. He told a story about a lady pirate who visited the Howth Castle only to find the gates closed. She was turned away due to them eating dinner so angrily, she kidnapped an heir and took him to Galway. Now they always set the table for a “guest” and the gates were never locked again.
The driver pointed out at the Howth Castle there is a nice transportation museum which includes old fire trucks, trams, trains and other vehicles but it is only open Sat & Sun 2-5 pm so we’ll have to try that another day. Also up there is a culinary school – a future cooking class!? Along with Deer Park Golf Course & Foot Golf – which I have never heard before so once I have internet at home, I’ll have to research.
Once back in the town, the kids wanted to go back to the playground, which at that time, was packed. So after about 10 minutes or so of playing, we walked up the Howth Market to have a peak. They did have some food vendors which looked delicious, but again, thought we’d save that for when Nils would be with us. So the kids both got gingerbread men and we headed off to buy a post card. Soren really wanted to send one to Blake. Sweet, right.
As we were waiting for the bus, along with 20 other people we learned that the DART was not running as they were on strike – so thankfully we didn’t go there first. And that explains why the bus was packed and each bus which has gone by our house has been packed each direction.