Is glas na cnoic i bhfad uainn.
Everyone seems to be discussing their summer plans. Mine are rather simple - spending most of it at home in Ireland. I know Lavender has made plans to come and we have plenty of room for more. I am, perhaps, biased, but I believe everyone should step foot in Ireland just once. And you don't have to take my word for it, take it from a 7th century historian:
Ireland is far more favoured than Britain by latitude, and by its mild and healthy climate. Snow rarely lies longer than three days, so that there is no need to store hay in summer for winter use or to build stables for beasts. There are no reptiles, and no snake can exist there; for although often brought over from Britain, as soon as the ship nears land, they breathe the scent of its air, and die.
Hahahaha. No snakes. Yes, Ireland is truly magical.
In fact, almost everything in this isle confers an immunity to poison, and I have seen that folk suffering from snake-bite have drunk water in which scrapings from the leaves of books from Ireland have been steeped, and that this remedy checked the spreading poison and reduced the swelling.
Hmmm... maybe he ran into some witches and wizards? Either way, I fully expect some of you to drop in (or pop in) for a visit. My mum is always eager to meet my mates (yes, Harry, even you, if you can forgive her...) and company this summer would be nice. No use dwelling, right? Right.
Ireland is far more favoured than Britain by latitude, and by its mild and healthy climate. Snow rarely lies longer than three days, so that there is no need to store hay in summer for winter use or to build stables for beasts. There are no reptiles, and no snake can exist there; for although often brought over from Britain, as soon as the ship nears land, they breathe the scent of its air, and die.
Hahahaha. No snakes. Yes, Ireland is truly magical.
In fact, almost everything in this isle confers an immunity to poison, and I have seen that folk suffering from snake-bite have drunk water in which scrapings from the leaves of books from Ireland have been steeped, and that this remedy checked the spreading poison and reduced the swelling.
Hmmm... maybe he ran into some witches and wizards? Either way, I fully expect some of you to drop in (or pop in) for a visit. My mum is always eager to meet my mates (yes, Harry, even you, if you can forgive her...) and company this summer would be nice. No use dwelling, right? Right.