Given the recent uncertainty surrounding Ryanair it was with a sigh of relief that I found myself at Dublin airport this morning. This was not the only relieved sigh of the day: as one who detests flying and fears the worst from beginning to end of the entire process, the first occurred as we landed safely.
I left home at 5.45am and, quite apart from being far too stressed to eat, I cannot face breakfast at that ungodly hour anyway so my first port of call on arrival was The Angel’s Share, a bar at Dublin airport. It’s far less crowded that the coffee shops – mostly businessmen having meetings. Two slices of toast and a cup of good coffee followed by a make-up touch up, and I felt ready to face the rest of the day.
I caught the aircoach into Dublin city centre where, before my onward journey to my relatives’ house with whom I am staying, I met up for lunch with some old friends who moved from the UK to Ireland a couple of years ago to be near their daughter and grandchildren. I had thought them just a few miles away but discovered that their journey to Dublin takes an hour and a half. I was touched that they were willing to travel that far to have lunch with me.
I had suggested that we meet at The Bank on College Green. In the latest of a string of awards, it has recently been voted Dublin’s best eating pub. It is located in one of my favourite (and oldest) areas of the city close to Trinity College on a site which has been occupied since Viking times. This building is truly spectacular, a lavish mix of ornate plaster-work, intricate mosaic, marble pillars and hand-painted gold leaf embellishments. But it is the ceiling of the bar which , which was once the main banking hall, which literally outshines all else as the sunlight streams through the magnificent stained glass roof. The building was described as at the time as one of the foremost jewels of Victorian Dublin.
The bar, previously the main banking hall
That wonderful roof
And from another angle
As if that wasn’t enough to leave me awed, the food was pretty good too! It was lovely to catch up with my friends but all too soon, time to say goodbye and after lots of hugs and promises to meet up again next time, I called a taxi to take me to the DART station. The Dublin Area Rapid Transit system, an electrified rail network links Dublin to its various suburbs. I was now on my way to Dún Laoghaire.
* Husband is at home decorating the bedroom.