St. Enda’s Park

A bright sunny and hot Sunday afternoon was in the offering, so, family plus dog was packed up and with the intention of picking up picnic goods on the way, we left for Marley park.
Now, being nearly 40 and increasingly removed from popular culture I miss the odd fact, like this weekend Marley Park was playing host to 30,000 music fans, which makes things like a picnic on the main stage a bit of a challenge.
«What’s that?» my wife asked as I drove on, wondering where the hell to go and ‘I wonder if the people in that house would mind if we just set up camp on their front lawn?’ It would probably be fine (picture worried looking people peeping out the sitting room curtains as the family Q picnic on their lawn)… till we start nipping behind the shrubbery for a pee…
«What?» I reply and then see the sign for the Padraig Pearse Museum & St Enda’s Park… I had never heard of it but having nowhere better in mind we decide to give it a bash.
It’s days like this where I should have done the lotto — we struck lucky with a spectacular park and grounds, full Brambles café (for those without picnic) and the weather to match. There is also an old castle ruin (a folly I’m pretty sure) which kept junior amused for ages.
Well worth a visit, we didn’t go into the museum, will save that for a more inclement day.