My boyfriend and I went here on a rare, toasty day. We had taken along a little picnic consisting of yummy fruits, soft drinks and a book. The walk there was pleasant, the river flowing on our left was beautiful twinkling in the sunshine, the houses to our right were a picture of Irish home idyll with their pastel coloured facades. Finally arriving at the high iron gate, we walked into . . . a dream. This is what I thought Ireland would be all about: lush greens, rippling streams, steep hills, old walls . . . oh yes. All this in quite a small space. The greenery and trees were truly awe-inspiring, the little stream obviuosly a favourite haunt of aspiring fishermen, the steep hill that led to the church surrounded by old walls . . . ah how perfect. Truly a jewel!
We sat ourselves on the grass and began talking, munching our delicacies and reading the book. The amazing thing was that although there was a lot of "hustle and bustle" around, it was still really peaceful. Even when the wedding party from the church next door came close by to take some photos, it wasn't a bother, au contraire, we enjoyed is excessively. Let's just hope that the happy couple won't have pictures with two strange people sitting in the background staring avidly. After a refreshing ice-cream from the campus store, it was time to go home. A shower and a dinner later, we concluded that the day had been a succees.