It has been a few weeks since my last post. We have traveled to Ireland and Scotland and there are more stories to come but I wanted to start with this one.
In Ireland - there is a little town called Skerries. It is known for having the last remaining "working wooden windmills" in the country. It isn't a town that you will read about in many of the guidebooks....just a line or paragraph or two. It is north of Dublin on the train line so we decided to spend part of a day and make a tour.
When we arrived we were pleasantly surprised how peaceful and quiet the town was - especially after leaving the craziness of Dublin. It was wonderful.
As we walked through the city and learned a little more about the area we found out that it is believed that this was the place where St. Patrick first stepped onto Ireland. We read that his footprint is still in the rocks but you must find it on your own. It isn't located by any landmarks. After you locate it ----- you may either step into the footprint or dip three fingers into the water covering it and make a wish. You find it and believe through faith.
As I said the "sandal print" isn't marked. We walked to the Red Island or Red Hook looking along the coast for any indication of any type of footprint. Along our route we meet some wonderful people including a woman who talked about growing up on the knoll with her father manning the lighthouse on the point. She told us about how her mother would use signal flags to contact him and then they would use them through morris code to talk with each other. She spent some time telling us how it was "back then". Beautiful and other times when the weather turned how they feared for their father's life. The lighthouse can be seen from the edge of the water but it was at least one maybe two miles out to sea.
She told us that there was a time when walky-talkies were banned for civilians and how her mother and father smuggled them to use - until her mom was caught. They were confiscated....back to flags and morris code. It was a simpler time as you can imagine. But simpler doesn't mean less dangerous. Often it was worse. She was wonderful.
We continued to look for the footprint in the rocks on the shore. Finally - I thought I found it. It looked like the pictures we had seen but sometimes you just have to go with your instincts.
I dipped my three fingers in the water and made a wish.....one which I will not disclose. Did I really believe that I had found the footprint. I didn't know. But I decided to go with it.
To be fair - I didn't take this picture. I copied it from a website.....but that is the spot.
The story isn't over. You see - I had my doubts about St. Patrick leaving his footprint in the rocks on the shore. I mean come on - really?
As I caught up with my wife I expressed my belief that I had found the footprint....but was it actually St. Patrick's......I had my doubts............but just as soon as I said that - a bee stung my little finger. One that was NOT dipped in the footprint. It was immediate and painful but not debilitating.....just a quick sting and done. A wakeup call ! My finger swelled a little and itched like crazy. It itched for the rest of the time we were in Ireland but as soon as we left for Glasgow Scotland - it went away.
SO what do you take from this - I can't speak for you. I learned this: I found the sandal print of St. Patrick as he came upon the shores of Ireland. I dipped my fingers into the waters and made a wish and I believe the wish will come true. I was reminded by that bee sting there is more depth and beauty and miracles and coincidences and cause and effect and chance encounters in this world that we can ever imagine or understand......AND.........faith is a good thing and to be open to life and the experiences it offers.
Also.............I am glad I am not allergic to bee stings.
Travel safe - travel well !
BK Travel Tips
To enjoy travel and see the world and often yourself as if for the first time and with with the eyes of a young child.