All of us -- 45 students, 3 instructors, Don and I -- hopped on a bus yesterday for a 30-minute ride from Cork to Kinsale (emphasis on the second syllable - "sale"). This is another quaint harbor town, like Cobh, with lots of history and charm.
The hills of Kinsale overlook a harbor that leads to the Irish Sea. A famous battle here in 1601 between the Irish (with Spanish allies) and the British ended in British victory.
Don and I cruised the harbor for an hour, finding the Charles Fort, a classic star-shaped fort (photos below).
Kinsale is the gourmet capital of Ireland, and so after our cruise, we had dinner with the instructors Linda, Phil and Jim. I had a wonderful stuffed seabass.
There was a "poetry trail" all around Kinsale with poems posted every here and there. I did not intend for this photo of two of our students and Jim, an instructor, to be associated with each other. Nor do I personally feel this way about men from my own experience. Click on the photo to enlarge and read the poem by Wendy Cope.
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