A real Irish farmer, tilling the soil the pre – famine way. It actually looked and was just as good as the tractors, just slower and on a much smaller scale.
He was so kind to take me aside and actually show me the how’s and whys you would do this. I was asked ‘what kind of accent is that?’ I may look irish, but, the states comes through!

No horses at this one, but donkeys, just look at the man facing me. There truly is an art to ploughing. Also, very messy shoes, and jeans from all the muck!

From the plowing we went to the Ulster American folk park. There was a genealogy library there that Leo wanted me to look into. The women that work there were very helpful with good ideas for tracing family roots.  We were late getting to the park, but we did manage to go from rural Ireland to the American brick house, brought over from the USA (Pennsylvania) and put back together. It actually had a white picket fence! Not something
you see much of in Ireland.

Back to the hotel after a long ride, I feel like Leo must be thinking, if this was a movie it would be Driving Ms Aine (Anne)!  Back to Dublin tomorrow morning. I will be sad to leave, but happy to know I get to see Kate on Monday and head back on Tuesday.  I will be driving miss Kate, look out Ireland!