From EUR 50
Celebrate Bloomsday "a way a lone a last a loved a long the / riverun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation to Howth Castle and environs".
Unleash your inner Joyce with a magnificent breakfast, inspiring readings and an eclectic medley of the finest musicianship, followed by a wander in the footsteps of Leopold and Molly through the only Rhododendron Gardens "put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes".
Savour a fine breakfast of devilled kidneys on brioche toast and rocket salad, with gorgonzola and spinach sandwiches, leek sausages and smoked ranch beans and sourdough, followed by scones, jam and butter, washed down with freshly squeezed orange juice, tea or coffee and perhaps a tipple more debauched.
Present your credentials in your most authentic and outrageous attire to steal the prize and win the day.
Rendezvous for Breakfast 15 minutes before your appointed hour, enjoy the readings and musical choices of our special guests and follow Rob Keogh on a gentle ramble to Aideens Grave and the Rhodendron Gardens of Howth Castle
High on Ben Howth rhododendrons a nannygoat walking surefooted, dropping currants. Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded. Wildly I lay on her, kissed her: eyes, her lips, her stretched neck beating, woman’s breasts full in her blouse of nun’s veiling, fat nipples upright. Hot I tongued her. She kissed me. I was kissed. All yielding she tossed my hair. Kissed, she kissed me.