My first visit to Mohill (Irish: Maothail, meaning "Soft Ground") in the County of Leitrim, Ireland, the birth place of my parents and grandparents, I was on vacation to attend the Blue Grass Festival. I was so excited to be going I didn't even really mind the seven hour fifteen minute flight even though I hate flying drinking Jameson in first class made that easier. I'm Cheryle "Cheri" an Irish Catholic woman thirty years old, 5'2" 103lbs., with blue eyes and long red hair.
Mohill is situated in the Rynn Valley above the Rynn River, is named for St. Manachan who founded a monastery there in 500AD. The town built up around the settlement and ownership of the town passed to the Croftons and the Clements Family who had lands in the area around the town.
The Clements family built Lough Rynn House and Gardens and they were also the owners of a residence in Dublin which is now known as Aras an Uachtarain, the official residence of the President of Ireland. The walled gardens, established in 1859, includes four beautiful gardens, terraced towards Lough Rynn. They have been restored to their former glory and are once again one of the most beautiful sights on the estate.
The town of Mohill plays host to the annual Mohill Agricultural show, which celebrated its 90th year in 2017. There is also a Summer Festival and a Blu Grass Festival held in the town every year.
Turlough O'Carolan, the early Irish Harper, is closely associated with the town and a beautiful statue of the composer and singer takes pride of place. Hyde Street in the town is named after Douglas Hyde, first President of Ireland, whose father and grandfather lived on the street.
I stayed at Lough Rynn Gardens one of the most beautiful places to stay in world. From the time I arrived, time seemed to stand still. There was no hustle and bustle, just peace and relaxation. The staff were amazing and went out of their way to give me an amazing stay. Special thanks to Francis, for a fabulous tour of the grounds and a great narrative along the way. The rooms are superb, as is the Castle itself. And the food is amazing.
From the softness of my bed linen in my unique luxury bedroom suite, to the silence of the beautiful surroundings, I never woke up on the wrong side of the bed. "Lough Rynn Castle and gardens are stunning.
I booked a Kayak tour on the beautiful shores of Lough Rynn. The view of the lake gave me a completely unique perspective. I learned about Lough Rynn local wildlife and history from the guide while gliding through its waters. Gliding through the crystal clear waters of my ancestors was cathartic.
I visited Saint Patrick's Church which is located on Chapel Lane above the town. Built between 1885- 1890, by local volunteers, a beautiful place with a high ceiling and wonderful artwork I stayed for Mass. I also I visited O'carolans Lounge · The Garryowen · Corner House Bar · McKeons Bar I'm an Irish lass at heart of course I had to drink and party.
The best part of my trip though was Fiadh, Fiadh is a her given name. It is Irish in origin, coming from a word meaning "deer", "wildness" but also "respect", It fit her perfectly. She just came up to me on Chapel Street and started a conversation, she was gorgeous five four maybe a little taller then me with much lager breast she had long red hair just like me she is twenty-nine.
Ireland has the highest per capita percentage of redheads in the world -- anywhere from 10 to 30 percent, according to Eupedia, a website that explores European genetics and ancestry. They are almost equally prevalent in Scotland and other pockets of Celtic pride.
Fiadh and I were inseparable that wonderful week I spent in Ireland. From the first pint we shared at The Green Roster as we played an erotic game of footsie under the table. Starring into her gorgeous green/blue eyes which seemed to change colors and shades frame by long red hair she is perfect.
Walking the streets of the beautiful town of Mohill chatting with Fiadh about the vernacular architecture a throwback in time. Entering my suite kissing her for the first time inside the ancient castle. Tongues coming together in a lustful dance. Undressing each other, taking her nipple in my warm mouth, each moment cemented in my memory.
Laying on the bed arms, legs, hands, feet, mouths, toes coming together as one. Touching her sweet wet pussy rubbing softly overwhelmed by the moment as she buried her face between my legs. her long tongue probing my insides, curling, dancing, my legs wrapping around my Irish lover.
