Day 10 – Dublin to Enfield via Blanchardstown, Maynooth and Kilcock. 55km
We said farewell to Dublin and headed out of town on bike lanes that we are told were mandated by the EU. Yeah EU!! (Hmmm…possibly non p.c.)
We stopped in Blanchardstown to visit Roisin’s Mam, (‘tis an ‘a’) Patty, and her uncle as well. Tea, biscuits and lunch plus ham rolls for the road! What incredible folks. Patty was born in Dublin so is a ‘Dub’. Our Lacy side are from the country (more on that tomorrow) and are called Culchies. Definition: unsophisticated country people. We didn’t start out that way (again – more tomorrow) but feel like we have happily settled in as culchies now. (T by association). We had a bit of trouble finding a place to stay tonight and so booked in to a fancier location. We arrived…wind blown, scruffy, and clearly unsophisticated…and the receptionist behind the mahogany desk initially wondered what we might be delivering and why on earth hadn’t we used the back entrance. However, that insuppressible Irish friendliness soon took over and we had bikes stored and a key card to the room and were on our way.
The Royal Canal runs from Dublin to the centre of Ireland. Not all bike friendly, we discovered. When the grass it tall enough to tickle you nostrils it’s time to turn back.
