Well, maybe not a complete day of rest. I usually try to schedule my research trips from mid-week, so that I have Sunday to rest and re-group. Although I come with an extensive to do list, things change as I work through the list and this gives me an opportunity to write reports and prioritize what I have left to do. It was both sunny and cloudy today with the strong breeze continuing, but no rain. Whenever I'm in Dublin I head to Christ Church Cathedral for Sunday services. Their choir is wonderful…I first heard them at Westminster in London. I was lucky as today was their last service before vacation. Like most large churches, the summer services are done by visiting choirs.
Growing up, I remember Sunday dinner as a roast. After church, Dad would pick up my grandmother and dinner consisted of roast beef, lamb or pork along with roast potatoes and onions and a vegetable. That stopped in middle school when my parents divorced, but the Sunday get-together with my in-laws was part of the tradition with my children. It wasn't always a roast, but almost every Sunday evening we had dinner together. I mention this because after church I was walking through Temple Bar and saw a sign for Sunday Roast Dinner. I couldn't resist. The roast was advertised as "slow cooked roast rib of Irish beef, served with roasted vegetables, homemade beef gravy and yorkshire pudding" (the picture showed a slice of rare beef). Of course the beef wasn't rare…it was very well done so that it fell apart and served over mashed potatoes with gravy. The side was roast potatoes, onions, turnips, carrots, snow peas and peppers. That's right, two types of potatoes, mashed and roasted. I never met a potato I didn't like, and although I would never do that at home, I have to say I enjoyed both. The roasted vegetables were outstanding. I wonder if the potato thing is genetic?
After lunch I walked to the Jeanie Johnston, a replica of a Tall Ship with a famine museum on board. This is new since I was here two years ago. This ship made 16 voyages to North America beginning in 1848, most to Canada, without a single reported death, a remarkable achievement with all of the coffin ships of the time. It was a moving presentation which used examples from some of the passenger records. Such a small space for over 200 passengers on a seven week journey…just unbelieveable to think about.