From Taddyforde to Dartmoor and back

 Are you T or are you NQT?

 The view from my own personal bathroom (well, mine and the GIANT spider hiding in the bath drain) because Grandpa and Margaret have moved into the amazingly spacious annexe.

 Grandpa's tor map.

 Hasn't he visited loads?

 The NEW Hickling Cottage.

 This sign will be moved soon.

 Off to Dartmoor with Grandpa to visit Tors and have a pub lunch.

 Some very impressive tors.

 Grandpa takes plenty of rests.  Admire his fancy purpose-made boots.  (Second widest in the WORLD.)

 Started out cloudy but the clouds burned off and so will the skin on our foreheads now, because we didn't bring hats.

 This is man-made - some of the structures are thousands of years old.

 Somebody seems to have introduced highland cattle.  (And llamas - not pictured.)

 The Warren House Inn - which used to serve tin miners in the 18th and 19th century.  So named because they served rabbits - still do, although neither I nor Grandpa partook.

 Back at Hickling Cottage - Grandpa's pool needs visitors.

 The garden is running WILD.

 Here's the view of the upstairs of the annexe from its porch.

Grandpa's collection of hand-made footwear. 

Sights of Dublin

This was from Saturday - I took a walk into town from my hotel out by Croke Park stadium to see the Long Room of the library of Trinity College, along with the Book of Kells and these are some of the sights I saw.

Ireland!

 After a layover in Philadelphia, here I am arriving in Dublin for a conference.

 See - Ireland!  My taxi driver, who took me from the airport to the hotel was called O'Connor.  He was a very friendly fella, telling me all about his trips to Florida with the grandkids.  He also told me approvingly of Dublin's Gay Pride parade this weekend, which he said was bigger and better every year.  It's not your Catholic Uncle's Ireland any more!

 Here's my fancy hotel room.

 Here's the view (not quite so fancy).

 More of the room.

One of the sessions.

 More of the downstairs part of the hotel.

 And more.

 And more.

 Oh look - another session.  Mine was the best.  Blew them away, I did.

 The stadium that's just across the street from the hotel.  Football, Rugby, Hurling - all the good stuff.

 We went out for dinner - here's the canal.

 Here's our fearless pipe-smoking Italian organizer.

We didn't get very far into Dublin, so here's a regular Dublin side street.  There are deadly heatwaves all over Europe, and Ireland is having its own - it's at LEAST in the high 70s Fahrenheit.