The first time I used my wellies on this trip, was during our visit to the traditional farms in Killarney National Park.
Living in Norway it’s not unusual to wear rain attire in the summer, but kid me not, I wasn’t expecting that in my summer holidays!!!!
The third day in Ireland I still could not comprehend the fact that I will not get the chance to wear all my summer dresses that I bought especially for this journey. The good thing on the other hand was; I got myself a fantastic rain jacket for this trip and that went beyond expectations. British clothing brand. Rain, no sun country, off course 🙂
Anyway, after we left Cork and before spending a night in Killarney we stopped at the National park to visit the Muckross traditional farm.
Set within the 25000 acres big park, Killarney National Park, the first ever national park in Ireland, the Muckross farm preserves and conserves old farm houses from 1930s and 1940s.
Three separate farms with farm animals and traditional machinery represent the time when going to the well was a daily chore for the housewife and electricity was far away from the countryside.
Stepping back to a time when all farming activities were carried out using horsepower was something truly amazing. It’s not that we are not familiar with this type of life style. Many of the house interior greatly reminded us of our grandparents homes, but it was interesting to introduce M to farm life.
During the summer time one can witness some of the traditional farm activities, like milking cows, or have a chat with the kind, chatty and generous staff serving bread or butter.
M could run safely in the muddy puddles and we got to enjoy majestic views of the mountains and few rain showers along the way.
The look at the schoolhouse from around 1910 was the last building to see during this farm visit
Since the whole afternoon was spent visiting the Muckross farm, we only had a short morning the next day to wonder around Killarney.
As the town itself was quite small and we had a fantastic accommodation where we got to enjoy a terrific dinner and breakfast, we weren’t as eager to explore the town much more than finding a local pub to grab some Irish coffee.
It was another long day ahead of us. We were heading towards Dingle peninsula.