As usual, the day after a picture of stay-out for the night before
Before I got on my way I saw a photographer shop in Skerries main-street. I still need a better tripod to make some pictures I would like to hang in my new bedroom (in my fixed home). The current tripod isn't really stable and that gives some problems in heavy wind (read on hill-tops and at coasts). So I pulled over and went in. It was not a shop for equipment but only a place where you can have pictures taken. But it turned into a nice conversation, I also got an address where I could get one and after half an hour I was on my way again. But. In Skerries there were also some renovated windmills (I already told you what I have with mills) and it also came up in the talk so I decided to pay them a visit as well. It were 3 mills. 2 windmills and one watermill. They dated back hunderths of years, even belonging to a monastary in the far past. All were completely renovated a few years ago and were in full working condition. At a visit you also get a guided tour where they show you how things works. The mills were used for grain-grinding.
One of the 3 mills
After getting my new tripod I continued my way towards Dublin. I was planning a stop in Howth cause on the map it looked like a fine place to park for the night when going into Dublin. Indeed there is a huge parking area, good views and some facilities (small shop, pubs, fish&chips. public toilet). On my way down I also got to the shoreline again. This time it was done right. South of Malaheide, at Pormarnock it sometimes looked like venice beach (which I only know from T.V.). There was a wide road, clean beaches and a lot of parking strips. Great views were the bonus. Of course I could not pass without spending some time and taking some photo's.
Typical Irish: traffic pile-up in the towns (they only take a few sec's)
Then I finally arrived in Howth. And as I read in my lonely planet, there was a transport museum. I have some good experiences in the past with transport musea so I could not let this one pass me by. And then I also saw a sign... I first went 'into town', then got water and diesel. After having this done I turned, saw the sign to late, turned. Turned at the sign. Came at a church and an expensive hotel/castle. Turned towards the curch. Nothing but a parking place. While I was deciding what to do, another car came along. Also parked on the same spot. Then turned and went into the expensive hotel. So I followed. One of the finest entry lanes ever leaded towards the castle, which was beautifully restored. Then a gate was signposted to lead towards the museum. I went into the gate and entered something that looked like a barnyard with hangers instead of stables. It appeared to be the museum. This was defenitly not one of the traditional musea. It were two hanger-like buildings, completely stuffed with old transport vehicals. Some completly restored, some partly restored and some just 'stored'. The person responsible was not behind the cashier but somewhere in the back. Inspecting an engine of bus. His hands were full of 30-year old grease. These kind of musea you either love or hate. And I loooooovvvvvveeee them. GREAT! So you can imagine that I stayed here for some time...
www.nationaltransportmuseum.org (needs updating)
Just some pictures to give you an impression. Wait for the film to be developed...
For this I went back to get another film. This is an UNIMOC based armoured personal carrier!
By now it is already a hour later then the note above. I will have to add some photodata and then I will go to bed. And (probably) then into Dublin.
Got this from the publisher and some other friends on my birthday. I would like to finish this before I go to bed (just kidding).
