Horse Ride
29th July 2000
Having looked around Killarney town, we decided
to take one of the many horse and trap rides through the National
Park.
The Irish guide had such a strong accent and was talking nineteen to the dozen which gave Dad plenty of scope for questions, for example:
Dad - "What sort of birds
are those black ones over there?"
Guide - "Crows"
Dad - "Sods of things..." (Dad once
had a particularly nasty experience with crows who "came
through the Gorge and ate the turnip crop". Apparently they
squawked with Woodville accents).
Dad - "What do leprechauns look like? Are
they sort of like trolls?"
Guide - "What's a troll?"
Mum & Dad - "like a leprechaun"
Dad - "What do badgers look like? Are they
sort of like possums?"
Guide - "What's a possum?"
etc...etc...
