Day 1: Drunk Leprechauns & Dancing Snowflakes in Ireland
Two hours delayed and counting; my husband and I sat at the London Gatwick airport wondering if our flight would ever take off. Come on St. Patrick, I thought to myself, bless us with a little Irish luck and help us get out of here!
“Attention passengers! Due to the snow, the inbound flight experienced a delay. But, we are happy to announce your plane is now ready to board.” YES! We might be going on three hours behind schedule but we will make it to Dublin today. Ominous clouds and a bone-chilling wind greeted us on the tarmac but nothing could contain my happiness!
Our original plan was to watch the parade and afterwards grab the DART to a seafood festival happening on the coast. Neither mother nature or father time was on our side that day, as we landed exactly one hour after the parade ended. Rolling with the punches we grabbed a bite and set out to find St. Patrick’s Cathedral and the best pubs O’Connell Street had to offer. Silly hats, overpriced beer, and fantastic people watching would have to fill our evening!
Day 2: *BEEEEEEEPPPP* Ah crap – 5:30 AM already?!
Sleep deprived and hungover, we ran headfirst against the snow to catch our bus back to the airport. An extremely short trip for my husband, but a lovely week still ahead for me, as you see, I was there primarily for a wedding conference.
I grabbed a coffee and anxiously awaited the arrival of my friend Laura who would be travelling to the Islanders Conference with me. We grabbed the rental car and braved the white-out blizzard for the full two-hour drive into Kilkenny!
Laura had the foresight to link up with a couple while we were there to shoot with and take advantage of the gorgeous scenery. Crossing our fingers and toes the snow would die down enough to shoot, we checked into our hotel and hit the town ready to freeze but take adorable photos of the couple who graciously drove out to work with us.
Let me tell you, Kilkenny (especially in the snow) doesn’t disappoint! We had greenery everywhere, a huge castle to shoot around, and beautiful streets still electric from yesterday’s celebration. Once finished, we sought out a hot shower and a wandered to the neighbouring pub to meet with the rest of the Islanders.
Day 3: Time to learn!
Monday kicked off the conference for those who decided to fly in early. Any early attendees could purchase an additional workshop and spend the day studying before the “official” two-day event started. Thanks to Tribe’s generosity, I was able to purchase a ticket to Ross Harvey’s workshop and spend the day learning his tips, tricks, and what has made him one of the U.K’s best wedding photographers.
Day 4 & 5: Let's get a tattoo in Ireland!
The Islanders Conference was held at the Langton House, in an almost opera house-like room. We attended the conference from 9 am to 6pm every day with both days running late to end. With absolutely no other free time to explore the city, I was extremely thankful for our travel day on Sunday.
On day four, I snuck out at lunch to get a tattoo from a shop I had found just up the road. Laura was lovely enough to skip lunch with me to help me photograph my session. My tattoo is of a Celtic knot dedicated to my father and best friend so I found it only fitting to get it whilst in Ireland.
While day five was rather uneventful to write about as we literally sat in the conference all day, we just barely got out in time for a glimpse of the sun setting from the rearview of our rental car. Sadly, we weren’t able to attend the after party with the rest of the attendees and had to rush back to the airport.
My mind is still buzzing from the whirlwind trip and I am ever so grateful to have had the opportunity to go.
Gear Used: Canon 5D3, 50mm 1.2, 24-70 IS II 2.8.