WHEN the weather is fine — meaning it is not raining — the first thought is seize the day and go for a spin in the countryside.
Although the beloved and I have visited all 32 counties in Ireland, there are so many quaint villages and towns that are waiting to be explored.
We decided to go to Fethard in County Tipperary for no particular reason.
During Edward 1’s reign, fortified market towns were established. Fethard’s town walls rise to a height of 7.6m and it has the most complete medieval circuit in Ireland.
Historic sights include the Knockelly Castle and the Augustinian Friary.
In fact, Fethard began with the coming of the Anglo-Normans to Ireland eight centuries ago.
Small towns teach me a lot about country people.
I walked up to a local man, who had a stick in his hand, and there were some geese about him. He had brought the geese to a nearby river for a swim.
“You need to be careful with geese, you know?” he said.
“Why, will they attack me?” I asked.
“Oh no, they are messy birds. There is so much to clean after them. But they lay good eggs,” he explained.
“I haven’t seen goose eggs before. What colour are they?” I asked.
“They are white all right. Each is the size of four hen eggs,” he added.
The little conversation developed from geese to historic sights.
He even offered detailed instructions on how to enter the castle if the gate was closed.
He drew my attention to an ancient pagan fertility effigy (Sheela-na-gig) carved on one of its walls.
This creature would be easily overlooked if you were none the wiser.
I thought he was very friendly and helpful. I could see the pride and the sense of belonging in his eyes.
We decided to check out the Augustinian friary. The mosaic work on the ground and stained glass windows are exquisite, a reflection of talent and hard work.
The old tombstones tower majestically and there is a sense of awesomeness in all their silence.
As we walked along the pavement of the main street, we passed by three senior ladies who were chatting.
They seemed to have known each other all their lives and were sharing common experiences.
The moment they saw us they stopped their chatter and greeted us.
We obviously did not blend in with the local colour. We had only passed them for about 10 minutes when one lady walked up to us and asked whether we were looking for something to eat.
I was in fact eyeing a modern fancy restaurant across the road that had received good reviews on TripAdvisor.
I asked her whether the food was any good there. I could sense that she wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about that restaurant and recommended another old-time eatery.
She said she preferred hearty meals to “rabbit” food, referring to healthy salads and such.
I was mostly amused and not surprised that she recommended the old-time eatery.
It was all about familiarity with a certain lifestyle, or a certain cuisine and certainly an underlying loyalty to old establishments.
True enough when we passed by the restaurant, I saw a prettier younger crowd inside, feeding on “rabbit” food that came with big prices.
I have lived in the city for the most part of my life and enjoy the conveniences that go with it.
City life is vibrant and on-the-go. There is no lack of excitement as I am in the heart of noise and there is not a dull moment.
Small towns are peaceful and I feel very safe. There is no fear of snatch thefts, or being mugged.
Most of all, I do not need to hold on to my handbag tightly. There is this rural charm that is a breath of fresh air.
I could sense the laid-back idyllic atmosphere as if the earth is spinning more slowly in these parts.
We could never have enough of it and that is what drives us to go search out these hideouts ever so often.
So, I’m checking the calendar to plan our next trip to another small town again.
The writer was a lecturer at Universiti Teknologi Mara and now spends her days enjoying life as it is.