Camping gone wrong in Dingle

Hello friends!

About two weeks ago, I had this brilliant idea to surprise my hubby with a nice romantic clamping experience away in the country. I have never ever been a clamping or camping kind of girl, but my hubby loves it so much and has always wanted us to go, so I decided that I would be adventurous and book us a weekend f clamping out in nature.

Yes! We are that cheesy couple that ceases every opportunity to suprise each other. It’s almost expected at this stage in our relationship, but whats life without a few expected surprises here and there? 😂

On with the story… So I know nothing about clamping- let alone clamping in Ireland. All I know is that I wanted me of those magical camping scenes that you see in Hollywood movies where a couple go away on a cheap camping trip in the woods together and return even more madly in love than the were when they left.

I pictures the moon glaring above us as we sat outside roasting marshmallows around the camp fire with other fellow in love campers.

Only now do I realise that I should probably cancel my Sky subscription as I am clearly starting to live in the movies.

We arrived in Dingle on a cold wet evening- this should have been my first warning bell. We arrived at the clamping sight which was saturated with partly occupied camper vans.

We were led to our cabin which was in the far back back of the grounds. The moment I saw the cabins, my heart sank- along with any hopes I had for romance and reconnection with nature.

It was a garden shed. I am not joking guys, a garden shed with a bed and a mini fridge. I have a garden shed the size of this cabin in my back garden and wouldn’t even let my husky sleep in it. How the heck was I supposed to spend a weekend in this one.

I couldn’t show my distaste in front of my husband for fear of ruining our weekend even more. I smiled and tried to save face and make a workable plan on how in the world I would sleep here. A few minutes in, we noticed there was no heating at all in the cabin and there were holes in the door. To be fair, this was a perfect excuse to spend the night snuggled up to each other not that we ever need one. However, i dont think any amount of snuggling would have kept us warm all night.

To make matters worse, we found out that the toilets were a two minute walk from the cabin. Who knew that glamping cabins the size of a garden shed have no toilet inside? I know i didn’t. Heck I had never even conciously thought about the fact that camping sites dont have private ensuite bathrooms for when one needs to ease themselves. Now that my head was out of the clouds, I could believe i had booked us a weekend away and the toilet was within a two minute walk of where we were sleeping.

The fact that I had booked it as a romantic get away meant that i had to put up with it and try to make sure hubby enjoyed it too. Our romantic moon light marshmallow roasting fest had gone down the drain with each drop of drain that had come to ruin our weekend.

Fortunately, I have the most amazing husband who came to the rescue. He managed book us the last available room at the Dingle Skellig Hotel and literally dave my life at the same time. I was not going to cope with the ‘glamping’ situation at all. Call me ‘Boujee’, but I believe in ensuite bathrooms and wall heating- FULLSTOP!

Its now official. Glamping and camping are bot for me. I am all for adventure but I shall not be adventurous with my lodging options unless they have clean ensuite bathrooms with warm showers, flashing toilet and sahaarah desert kind of heating.

Anyway, the Dingle Skellig Hotel was amazing and we did have our romantic get away after all as well as a few adventures.

Here is what I recommend if you are heading over to Dingle for a weekend.

1. Take an hour boat out into the deep blue waters to see Fungie, the Dingle dolphin. I have never seen a real life dolphin so this was a huge treat for me. The views out there are also amazing! I booked with Dingle Dolphin Tours.

2. Drive down to the Kinard beach which is a secluded beach about 15 minutes east from the Dingle town. This is an amazing spot.

3. Drive along the Slea Head which is the most westerly part of Europe. To the west of the Slea head is America. You might need special equipment to see this. 🙃

4. Before you finish the Slea Head, you have to see the Clogher Strand beach. This beach is the most perfect spot to watch a sunset. We sat here for a good long while and just took the scenery in.

Last but not least, If you like your dinner served with a view, recommend lunch at the Boat Yard restaurant in Dingle town. And if you are into a more high- end vibe, the Coastguard Restaurant at the Dingle Skellig Hotel. We had a really scrumptious meals in both restaurants but the prices also differed grately.

We are planning on heading back to Dingle sometime soon. Does anyone have any recommendations on what to do and see there?

Want to see some gorgeous videos of the Dingle Peninsular? Follow me on Insatgram and check out my stories this week. If you see this post after the week posted, head over to my highlights for a little peak.

Gonna end the post here. Thanks for stopping by.

Kel xxx

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I am buying the Castle- Castletownshend, Ireland

Hello, friends!

Most of you that are following me on Instagram or those that have read my previous blogs posts know that I am absolutely obsessed with Castles. Everything about them- from the stone build to the watchtowers and solid thick arched doors, they are just this girl’s idea of the perfect home.

In fact, if you gave me a time machine, I would rewind back to the previous centuries when living in castles was a thing. Then again, I would have been a slave, so I shall not indulge too far into that fantasy. Since I can’t go back in time, I have decided that I am going to buy a castle and here is why.

Somewhere on the west coast of, along the Wild Atlantic way, in a small town of Castletownshend, you will find a gorgeous Castle. ‘The Castle‘- they call it, and man is it one indeed.

A few days ago, I had the privilege of visiting The Castle and actually even staying in it for a night. Now most castles in Ireland are ruined or preserved as tourists attractions. Not this one. This one is a Bed and Breakfast that has tried it’s best to preserve the authenticity, history, and ownership.

Staying at The Castle for me was like visiting a rich white uncle on my husband side of the family in the 19th century. The moment you enter through the solid wood arched door, you get a sense that you are in a 19th century aristocratic home decorated with old but tasteful antique furniture.

It was eerily quiet inside- almost like no one lives here. After a minute, a lovely lady greeted us and handed us the key to the Army room in which we would slumber for the night. Forgive the last-century lingo guys- just getting into character here.

As the lovely lady led us through the living room and the corridor and up the stairs, I observed shelves full of really old books, a table of maps and some kind of big ancient religious book that looked to me like a very early version of the bible.

The stairs are dark brown and curved with 19th-century hardwood. Clearly, they have not been changed in at least a century if not two. The Castle was originally built by Colonel Richard Townshend in 1650 and later in 1800 after undergoing a couple of destructions through the years. There is a good bit of information about the Townsend family who owns The Castle HERE. (Handy information for me who wants to buy the castle)

Back to my story. Our room was on the third and topmost floor of the Castle. The room was not as antique as the rest of the house but that was to be expected. I doubt a 200-year-old bed would hold the weight of two fully grown Mc’Donalds eating, 21st-century adults. It goes without the say that the toilet and shower were both authentically 21st century and thank goodness for that- I don’t do squatting toilets or cold baths.

The best thing about the room was the view. Take a look at the photos below to see what we saw. The room was warm and definitely comfortable.

For dinner, we walked about a hundred meters outside the Castle to Mary Ann’s pub which also has its own rich history. The most fascinating thing though was the fact that besides us and 2 other couples that were obviously staying at the Castle, everyone else knew each other. There were predominantly older people walking in from all of at most 500 meters of the whole town for a pint and a chat with friends.

Our meal here is absolutely divine but as usual, I will not or pretend to know much about the food.

We walked home as the sun set over the water for a well-deserved rest as we had a long day of exploring to do the next day. All I wanted to do was take a shower, put up my feet and I bulge in a good book. I found a really interesting book in the Castles large collection and settled down with that until bedtime.

I hate to admit for fear of sounding so old but we were asleep by 9/10pm.

Sunday morning we had to get to breakfast table between 8 am and 10 am.

Allow me to set the scene. The breakfast room is large and tastefully decorated with 19th-century furniture and antiques. The windows are huge and let in a generous amount of light- even on a dark overcast day.

The breakfast was surely delightful. We had an Irish breakfast and headed out for a morning walk along the garden paths to what probably used to be a watchtower at the top of a hill. The view from the top is definitely worth the short walk up. On a lovely summers day, a picnic up here is a brilliant idea.

Check out was at 11 am and off we were.

So, now for buying the Castle. Oh, I am definitely serious about this. However, I am still trying to track down the owners of the Castle. I am not quite sure what the going rate for a Castle on the Wild Atlantic Way is but I think I can make them an offer of about €5000-10,000.

Contributions welcome from the public. Help this black girl achieve her dream of owning a Castle.

Your Boujee traveler

Xxx

Enjoy Kinsale on a budget

Hello, lovelies!

A week ago, a group of friends and I decided to take a drive down the South West Coast of Cork to Kinsale. It was a bank holiday in March so we were hoping for a good weather- and by good weather, I mean at the very least a few blue patches of sky and definitely no rain.

The day rolls by and we had a whole 6 degrees Celsius, a beautiful sun, and a full blue sky. It was the first glorious day we had seen in weeks and we were not about to waste it indoors. You never know when the next ‘good weather’ day is going to come along around here.

So we grabbed our coats, scarfs, and mittens and headed down to a lovely town called Kinsale. If you are visiting Ireland or even if you have lived here for a few years like me and are in the mood to take a 30-minute drive, please do make Kinsale your destination. I shall tell why.

We set off around 2 pm and headed towards on the starting point of the Wild Atlantic Way- Kinsale. There is something exceptionally magical about driving into Kinsale. It automatically gives a feeling of joy, peace, and tranquility.

Our first stop was just after the bridge in Oysterhaven for some authentic fresh pizza. There is a food truck on the side of the road who make amazing pizzas and better yet, they are only €10 each. We ordered one Salami pizza and one chicken and garlic pizza. Yummy!

After filling the hunger hole, we drove on to the famous Old Head cliffs of Kinsale. It was very windy and extremely cold but my goodness was it breathtaking!

It is one of those views where you look at the sky and rays of light escape through the clouds. All I could think of was the glory of its creator.

It was a bright sunny day and the sky was undoubtedly showing off.

Down below was the magnificent image of green turquoise water glaring with rays of crystal light as the fading rays hit its surface.

In between the showy sky and the glaring water were a series of beautiful cliffs that almost stood as an auditorium for us mere mortal humans to stand and watch the awe-inspiring sight unfold before us.

It was windy and cold, but it was well worth it.

When we were frozen enough, we got back in the car and headed to the town for some coffee to warm up. There are loads of lovely little and big restaurants in Kinsale town but we chose to go to a pub outside the town but with a killer view.

Bulman pub is quite famous for its yellow quote of paint and the gorgeous view of the water. On a lovely summers day, it would be the perfect spot for an outside lunch or even just a sunset drink.

We saw a majestic sunset as the sun faded away in the near distance. It was a sight that belonged in a painting on a wall or in a magazine. It was too cold to sit outside and enjoy the show. However, we did enjoy a few drinks in the lovely warm pub.

We had a great time in Kinsale and will definitely be back to explore what else the beauty has to offer. The best part was that we only spent all of €30 per couple and we had great fun spending every penny.

If you are an explorer and have been to Kinsale, do you have any suggestions on where to visit next time we are in the area?

Hit me up!

Have a great week guys.

Xxx

J