Guess what’s special about this picture (apart from Hugh’s athletic prowess) (oh, and the fact it’s sunny, in Ireland, in April):
Belgian Waffle may recognise it, as it is a playground she recommended to us. The special part is that it is not in Dublin but in Cork. We have just had our first trip there. The main reason we went was so I could attend a conference at University College Cork over the weekend (and I was very impressed with UCC campus, which was immensely pretty in the sunshine, with the river running by it and banks of daffodils blooming); the second main reason was so that we could stay at Garnish House and eat their famously fabulous breakfasts. We now have a close acquaintance with playgrounds in Abbeyleix, Cork, Cobh, Fota Wildlife Park (Ken took the boys there without me) and New Ross (we drove back via Waterford). Hugh even managed to sleep in the single bed on the third night in Cork, falling out only twice. So a good time was had by all, apart from the bits when there were tantrums/toddlers kicking us in the night/mashed banana vomited on the posh sofa.
Did I mention the breakfasts? Mmmm. And we had an en-suite jacuzzi too.