Now is the Winter of our discontent...

We saw a massive construction project from 3200 BC aligned with the Winter Solstice and did a lap of the largest Norman castle in Ireland but the epochal event in our lives occurred as we were buying tickets.
"Two tickets please."
"Are you seniors or is it adult tickets? "
"I'm only 62."
"Yes, that qualifies you as a senior. 60 or over."
We didn't know whether to be pleased or aghast.

We'd gone to the Neolithic site of Newgrange. We deserved discounts anyway because there was no way Lyn was going into a passage tomb. She did laps while I went inside.

Use of cameras inside was strictly forbidden which means my fine photos of the corbelled ceiling and passages below need explaining. I bought 2 postcards and photographed them!

Then we went shopping in Trim in a desperate attempt to spend euros before leaving for London tomorrow. We also got our laundry done. This was a relief because I'd previously bought a shirt from a charity shop based on 2 criteria: was it clean and did it fit?

We ended our Irish adventures with a walk around Trim castle. As The Clash said, "London calling".