Finding A Husband

4 Oct

04 tarbert ferry

Last week, Husb and I crossed the Shannon River a couple of times on the Tarbert Ferry, connecting County Kerry to Clare. It’s become my favourite ferry. It’s cute. It crosses the Shannon in about 15 minutes, between power stations on each bank. On the Kerry side, in Tarbert, is a fab little cafe in the local jail and they make really nice rhubarb tart. Once we got off in Clare, we turned left onto the coast road and a succession of lovely small towns, with great food and scenery.

We pootled across The Burren and ended up in Lisdoonvarna, which was absolutely mental with bunting all over the place and throngs, yes throngs, of people surging raucously through the sunny streets. We’d gone there to find the smokehouse – I’d crawl to hell and back for the promise of  smoked salmon – but we’d ended up in the middle of the biggest matchmaking festival in Europe! Most of the potential husbands looked a couple of decades older than Husb, so I didn’t bother trading him in. We found the smokehouse and the honey roasted hot-smoked salmon is to die for.

Here’s a sketch done on the ferry, with the Tarbert power station and lighthouse in the background. It’s drawn with Faber Castell Pitt drawing pens into an A5 cloth-bound sketchbook, prepared with ripped brown wrapping paper stuck in with Pritt stick. I haven’t found any glue as good as Pritt.

6 Responses to “Finding A Husband”

  1. Lois October 5, 2013 at 00:23 #

    I went there years and years and years ago, but your post took me right back! I missed the husband festival, which was just as well as I was single at the tie and since have found the ideal husb… a smokery… sounds a bit more sophisticated since I was there! Love your drawing!!

    • Rosie Scribblah October 5, 2013 at 08:32 #

      Thanks Lois. There seemed to be a lot of very elderly farmers and ladies of a certain age lol

  2. Helen Cherry October 4, 2013 at 23:46 #

    I paricularly love the Burren, all that marvellous bleakness.

  3. lynne hubner October 4, 2013 at 23:38 #

    The event totally cracks me up. My grandmother was from county Clare and left Ireland in 1917. Those were the days of arranged marriage. Her father used to tease her saying he would find a “beardy man” for her. None of that for her. If they had the matchmaking event in her time perhaps I would be from Ireland instead of America.love your posts. Perhaps are paths will cross.

    • Rosie Scribblah October 5, 2013 at 08:30 #

      Thanks Lynne. We were a bit surprised by it all . It was bustling 🙂

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