#sitric place

[cookerypokery]

Here is a diptych of Clever (that is, me) eating a kipper for the first time.

In this preparation, they took the herring, butterflied and gutted it, and then cold smoked it. I found myself chanting "Bacon of the sea! Bacon of the sea!" as I ate it because that's what it is. It also reminded me of tinned fried dace which my grandpa would feed me for lunch as a child. The best part is that the fish bones become so dessicated that they are crunchy. A crunchy fish bone is one of life's best free gifts. You think it's going to stab you in the throat but it buckles, submitting lovingly between your molars.

I'm old enough now not to take my life for granted, so I would like to take this moment to express my gratitude at 33 to still be discovering new cured meats. It is also exciting to realize that the ocean is largely unexplored territory, generally by humans, and culinarily, by me. They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but you can certainly give it new snacks. I am not an old dog yet, but I take solace in this statement. I open myself up to new salamis, hams, and smoked fish.

This indelible food memory took place at King Sitric Seafood Bar & Accommodation, a seaside hotel in Howth, Ireland, that doubles as a seafood restaurant (which is really the only type of hotel that should exist). They served local fish for breakfast. Rebekah had the smoked haddock, which was mild and buttery. Maybe the English muffin of the sea.

Idea: take two haddock fillets and put a kipper in the middle and call it the Bacon McMuffin of the Sea.

[thestarwrites]

City of God part V (Finan x OC)

Fic Summary: Finan the Agile meets a Celt-Saxon woman, and for once he can’t think of anything else. Finan has messed up royaly-- how can he get out of this, and will he remember?

Part Five

Rating: Adult Language/Adult themes

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         When Finan woke the next morning, his hangover was massive. He barely even remembered what he’d done. As he walked to  the wash basin, he poured water over himself. Yawning, he pushed a hand through his short wet hair and closed his eyes.           “It is about time you’ve woken up.” The familiar voice of Uhtred called from the other bed in the room.           Turning his eyebrows knitted together, “Lord?”           “Tell me what you remember of last night.”           Finan sighed, “I remember Aethelwold as well as every man in the place looking up and down my girl, I kind of recall seeing Sihtric with his sodding arms around her, and she isn’t here in my bed with me so obviously something happened.” He grunted, “Maybe she finally smartened up and left me.”           He scoffed, “If she left you it is only because your cock was in the mouth of a whore last night and nothing she had done.”          Finan raised his brows, “Pardon, lord?”

         “You heard me. You got absolutely drunk last night, and got mad at her, spilled ale on her dress and marched upstairs and paid for a whore. She ran out, Sihtric ran after her, and he and Clapa took her back to Coccham, where she wanted to be with Hild. I stayed here with you, you horses arse.”           The Irishman blinked, “Id never do tha to her! This is a sorry excuse fer a prank!”          Uhtred sighed, “Finan. My friend. It is the truth. I wouldn’t be surprised if she went home to her parents and never spoke to you again, but she did go home to coccham, said that was her home, so I would say you have a small hope.” Pausing to watch the Irishman punch a wooden beam he continued, “I would buy her something nice and beg her forgiveness.”         Finan grit his teeth, how could he be so stupid. How could he royally screw up something so amazing. After a moment he looked up, “Lord? I want her to accompany me everywhere I go. If I have your permission.”         “If she forgives you, you have my permission.” He sighed, “Let’s go to the market and find her a nice trinket, Aye? Then we shall journey home.”         “Aye And hope Sihtric hasn’t taken s second bride.” He growled.

         When Uhtred and Finan walked into the hall, Kelly sat beside Sitric, eating bread and looking horrible. Sihtric had her wrapped in one of his cloaks, pulled right against him like a frightened little rabbit. The young Dain raised his eyes to the Irishman and shook his head in anger, Kelly did not look up.          Finan looked at her the way he never had before and she could feel his gaze. His eyes pierced her as they ate quietly. After picking up a mug of water, taking a sip, she dared look up to him, “And what are you looking at, Irishman?” The vitriol in which she spoke hurt him like nothing else he’d ever felt.          A small hopeful smile played on his features, he stroked a hand on his beard and spoke, “I’m looking at a goddess.” Sitric scoffed, “That’s rich.” Finan shot a warning look at his friend before looking back to his woman, “Please my darling- come walk with me? You look so beautiful this mornin.” Kelly’s eyes pricked with tears and her cheeks flushed bright red, “It isn’t nice to lie, especially when you just got out of the bed of a whore.” She was angry with him. She got up abruptly to leave, “I’m going home. To Wintecester.” Jumping up, Finan ran to her and grabbed her wrist, “If ye wanted ta go home lass ye would have gone last night. Talk to me.” Kelly looked up at him, fury and pain in her eyes, “Don’t you touch me after what you did!” When he looked remorseful but unmoving she pulled her hand from him, crying, “You said you loved me the other night... but I don’t think you meant it. Goodbye Finan.” She turned and went outside.       “Lass!” He tried to run after her, but Clapa stopped him, “Git outta my way, big man!” Clapa shook his head, “You have to give the girl space.”        “I can’ do tha! I’ve got ta talk to her! I’ve got ta explain!”       Sihtric approached and crossed his arms, “Explain what.”        Finan grunted and looked after her, “Explain that I was jealous. And I acted the most foolish way I could have ever acted in the entire world.”        “What on earth could you be jealous of!?” Sitric chastised. He swallowed and looked down, “Every man had his eyes on ‘er. Its no’ and excuse. I don’t remember everythin’, but I know tha she should by rights never speak ta me again.” Clapa looked at Sitric and sighed, “Go talk to Hild. That’s my advice.” Sitric walked off, going after Kelly once more.

Finan ran a hand in his hair and walked off toward the home of the Abbess. Knocking softly, he had his head hung. Answering she sighed, “I wondered when you would turn up.” “Tha’ bad?” He looked at her with wounded eyes. “Come in.” She motioned. FInan walked into her room taking a deep breath, sitting in the seat she motioned to, “Hild, I-“ “Don’t speak, Finan.” She took a deep breath, “You broke the trust of a woman who loves you, who would follow you anywhere. She’s been living with you for months, doting on you, loving you. And you go and copulate with a prostitute. For what reason?” He was looking down, “There’s no reason Hild, I was drunk. I was drunk and I was angry and I was afraid.”         “Afraid? Explain.” She sighed.        “Every man in the ale house had his eyes all over her. I knew some a the fellas in there too, some of them are rich or highborn or sweet talkers. She could have found out I’m nothin compared ta one of them and left. She’s so beautiful she could have the pick a the place... and the more drunk I got the more afraid I felt that she was going to leave... if not today, than another... and then I began to resent her in that moment. But it was all my fault ya see? It was all me being a stupid arse.” He wipes tears from his eyes.        Hild sighed and placed her hand on the side of his head, “God will forgive you Finan, for your weakness and inability to see that the man she wants is you. But you need to tell her what you told me. Right now she thinks you’ve only been trying to bed her.”       “Tha’s not true at all.” He sniffed “She doesn’t know that.”        Finan nodded, “I’m going to claim what’s mine.” He stood and stormed out of the abbey.         Hild rolled her eyes, “Why are men always like this? This is why I came back to you, Lord.” She remarked, holding her wooden cross.

       The Irishman marched outside, looking around for his woman. And by the time he found her she was with Sihtric again. He walked up and grabbed her arm once again, “We have to talk.”        Kelly tried to pull away, “Unhand me this instant!”        “I won’t. And I am stronger than you. Don’t run from me.”        She looked to Sihtric, “Make him let go!!”        He just sighed and looked at Finan, “You do need to go and talk to him, Girl. He’s a piece of manure, but I do know how much he means to ya- go on. I’m going back inside.” Sihtric touched her back softly, “I’m only a shout away.” He winked and then gave a dagger-look to Finan.        “Give me one good reason why I should talk to you!” She whined and struggled against his grip, wishing Sihtric hadn’t gone.        “Because I need ya explain to you why I got so jealous.”        “Jealous?!” screeched, “I stayed by you all night! Right by your side! And you go on and get drunk and buy a prostitute!”      Finan just looked sad, “Come back to my room wit me?” Blinking she opened and shut her mouth a few times, “I mean- jus ta talk and be in private, I NEED you to talk this through wit me, my girl.”      “I—“ She blushed.      He felt a sting of rejection, “It’s perfectly alright if ye don wish to accompany me, lass, I can jus bring ya home... I can understand if ya never want to see me again. I messed up. So so badly.”      Clearing her throat she whispered, tears running down her face, “That’s the problem, Lord… I wish to accompany you. More than you could imagine.”       Finan smiled hopefully, “Than come with me, mo ghra, let me make it up to you.”      “That’s Gaelic.” She whispered. He nodded, “I know bits and pieces- what does it mean?”      “My love.” He answered unabashedly, brown eyes fixed to hers.       She swallowed and nodded, “Shall we?” Finan nodded, releasing her wrist. Once on the way he offered his arm for her and she did take it, “I’ve been greatly enjoyin our time together. An’ I can’t stop thinking about ye. An’ I can’t believe I did that to you last nigh’, an I know it must be tearin' ye up inside.” He frowned. She hugged his arm, “I’ve been crying all night, Fin. I’ve never been in love before, and I’ve never known a man. And I felt like you were using me. I felt as though you’ve only wanted me for one reason. You… you said your cock would find a home elsewhere.” Running a hand over his beard he winced, “God help me, lass- I’m so sorry.” She took a deep breath and nodded, “Hild told me you must have been angry somehow to use such harsh language against a woman.” Finan swallowed and nodded, “I was afraid. And angry that I was afraid,” he whispered, pulling her into his room and shutting the door securely. Kelly moves to sit on the edge of the bed, “Lass... never in my life have I regretted something more than I do in this moment,” he knelt before her and took her hands, “Please please forgive me?” He took a cloth from his pocket, “And please accept this token as a symbol of my apology and if you’ll still have me, a sign that we are courting.” “Courting.” She whispered and unwrapped the cloth, revealing a beautiful hair comb, she gasped, “Oh Finan- it’s beautiful.” “As is the woman who's hair I wish to bind.” He spoke softly, “I can’t stop thinking about ye.” He slid a hand over her thigh and securely to her hip. Kelly looked down at him, he looked remorseful. Slowly she ran her hands over his beard and up into his hair, tenderly stroking his face, “I can never stop thinking about you either, I think you must be the handsomest man I have ever lain eyes on.” He grinned and bounced his eyebrows, “go on.” Kelly nudged him, a smile finally showing up on her lips, “Shut up.” He stood, sitting beside her on the bed. He moved lower to purr in her ear, “I want ya ta tell me all about it.” She felt her stomach flip. That low brogue of his drove her insane, it always had. In a low whisper she cooed, “Yes, lord.” He wasn’t worthy of the honorific in cultural standards now, but she knew he used to be a prince, and she knew it turned him on. And she was absolutely into bolstering his ego, closing her eyes she whispered into his ear, “Just being beside you I can feel my body heat up, you’re the most powerful man in the room to me. I’ve been drawn to you since I first saw you in the palace all those months ago. You’re manly and big and swift and strong...” “The most powerful man in the room, aye?” His hand slid back onto her thigh, “Keep talking like tha, girl and I won’t be able ta hold back.” Her cheeks flushed and she let out a small laugh. Pulling away from him she pulled her shoes off her small feet, laying back into his bed, “Then don’t.” He grinned lopsidedly at her comfort, God did he adore her. He pulled free his leather armor and sword and set them aside, he sat on the bed and unlaced his boots, finally he removed his tunic and slipped into bed with her. Kelly’s cheeks reddened at the sight of his bare chest, and yet she also felt a longing sadness at the scars littering his body. Going to climb over her she stopped him, “Wha’ is it, girl?” Moving a hand to touch a scar on his chest she whispered, “Sit with your back to me, Lord?” She asked softly. Finan swallowed and did so. “Ye keep callin’ me Lord an’ I’ll develop a taste for it.” He tried to make a joke before he realized she wasn’t laughing. He knew what she saw on his back. He remembered how each mark felt as it was given. Kelly closed her eyes, pushing back tears as she saw the whip marks littering his back in painful stripes. Leaning forward she pressed both hands to his back, kissing each scar. The man let out a low moan as she continued her ministrations. When she finished after about fifteen minutes, she began to run her hands over his back, neck and hair with soothing strokes. Finan was putty in her hands. Turning to face her he pressed his lips hotly against her own and she reciprocated. Before she knew it she was beneath him and he was tugging her legs up around his waist, the Irishman was biting and sucking marks into her pulse point and as the girl mewled, she whimpered, “I thought we were talking?” Pulling back, Finan looked at her with wounded eyes, “Oh hell- m sorry girl... I go... carried away.” He panted, laying beside her. Kelly lay her head on his chest, just inhaling the smell of him, “I’ve never had a woman treat me with such tender care.” “Well, you deserve care. You deserve to be as well tended as you tend to me. Always making sure I’m warm and safe and protected.” She smiled, tracing lines into his chest hair, “Women always make it seem that being like this with a man is something to be endured, that mean are unpleasant, that if unmarried it’s sinful.” He looked at the crown of her head with a frown. “I don’t feel sinful.” She said softly, “I feel content. Like I’m just where I’m meant to be.” Finan kisses her head, “I feel like tha too, my girl.”

[streetsofdublin]

THE ARBOUR HILL - STONEBATTER AREA OF DUBLIN [SITRIC PLACE]-158513 by William Murphy Via Flickr: Back in the late 1960s many of my friends decided to purchase homes in or near Arbour Hill in Dublin but as I worked for a US Multi-National I was out of the country for about two hundred days every year i was not really practical for me to buy property in Ireland. In 1979 I tried to purchase a house in Arbour Hill and i actually gave the agent a deposit of £10,000 but two days after it was discovered that he had collected about twenty deposits for the same property. Fortunately for me he failed to cash my cheque before he disappeared however as as result I decided to forget about buying a house in Dublin and I did not return to the market until 1995. Arbour Hill is an inner city area of Dublin, on the Northside of the River Liffey, in the Dublin 7 postal district. Arbour Hill, the road of the same name, runs west from Blackhall Place in Stoneybatter, and separates Collins Barracks, now part of the National Museum of Ireland, to the south from Arbour Hill Prison to the north, whose graveyard includes the burial plot of the signatories of the Easter Proclamation that began the 1916 Rising. Apart from the striking artisan dwellings, the area is also known for the prominent Viking street names. For example, there is Viking Road, Olaf Road, Thor Place, Sitric Road, Norseman Place, Ard Ri Road, Malachi Road, Ostman Place, Ivar Street, Sigurd Road and Harold Road. At the time of the Norman invasion, the Vikings, Ostmen or Austmenn (men of the East) as they called themselves, were exiled to the north of the Liffey where they founded the hamlet of Ostmenstown later to become Oxmantown.

[howthcycletoursdublin]

Must-see places for the first-time visitor to Howth

Whether it’s history, culture, shopping or great food Howth can deliver the goods. Make sure to check these sweet spots off your list.

Howth Market

This lively weekend market contains up to 25 stalls selling artisanal foods, baked treats, jewellery, gifts, curios, antiques, clothing and more!

The Hurdy Gurdy Vintage Radio Museum

This quirky museum is located in a restored Martello tower overlooking Howth Harbour and features a wide range of vintage radios, gramophones and music boxes.

St. Mary’s Abbey

Sitric, Viking King of Dublin, no doubt recognized the superb views of Howth Bay from this location when he founded the earliest church here in 1042. The church was replaced around 1235 by an abbey and amalgamated with the monastery on Ireland's Eye. The views from this location have remained spectacular. 

Wrights of Howth

Situated prominently on Howth’s West Pier the Wright family’s fishmongers and speciality food store is one of the oldest in the area.They proudly claim to have been smoking Irish salmon since 1893, using the same techniques of hand filleting, curing in sea salt and smoking over oak chips for eight hours. 

The Dog House Tea Rooms

This gem is hidden away inside the arch of the old railway bridge and is definitely one not to miss. Serving an outstanding array of delicious teas, coffees and indulgent desserts this place is a firm favourite for many a Howth native and visitor.

The Summit Inn

After working up an appetite, The Summit Inn pub is the best place to stop and have a well-deserved rest at the top of Howth Hill . Their chicken wings have continually been voted some of the very best in Dublin and we attest to that!

The cliff walk or cycle

It goes without mentioning that Howth is the perfect place for dusting off the cobwebs with a brisk walk or cycle whilst admiring the stunning scenery. At Howth Cycle Tours, we have excellent options for guided tours and bike rental throughout Howth. 

[emmarusselldesign]

After stopping in a pub on the peninsula to escape the chill, we set off for a walk about town. We stumbled across the ruins of an old abbey up on the hill - St Mary’s. 

It is undoubtedly a beautiful place to be buried - the views and the fresh air were lovely - so it’s no surprise that it’s still in use today. 

According to a website online: Sitric, Viking King of Dublin, no doubt recognized the superb views of Howth Bay from this location when he founded the earliest church here in 1042. The church was replaced around 1235 by an abbey and amalgamated with the monastery on Ireland's Eye, and then rebuilt again late 14th century, the views from this location have remained spectacular. 

[streetsofdublin]

SITRIC PLACE - DUBLIN 7

SITRIC PLACE – DUBLIN 7

THE ARBOUR HILL – STONEBATTER AREA OF DUBLIN [SITRIC PLACE]

Back in the late 1960s many of my friends decided to purchase homes in or near Arbour Hill in Dublin but as I worked for a US Multi-National I was out of the country for about two hundred days every year i was not really practical for me to buy property in Ireland. In 1979 I tried to purchase a house in Arbour Hill and i actually gave…

[streetsofdublin]

HALLIDAY ROAD AND THE STREETS OFF HALLIDAY ROAD

Apart from the striking artisan dwellings, the area is also known for the prominent Viking street names. For example, there is Viking Road, Olaf Road, Thor Place, Sitric Road, Norseman Place, Ard Ri Road, Malachi Road, Ostman Place, Ivar Street, etc.

HALLIDAY ROAD AND THE STREETS OFF HALLIDAY ROAD – STONEYBATTER AREA OF DUBLIN Apart from the striking artisan dwellings, the area is also known for the prominent Viking street names. For example, there is Viking Road, Olaf Road, Thor Place, Sitric Road, Norseman Place, Ard Ri Road, Malachi Road, Ostman Place, Ivar Street, Sigurd Road and Harold Road. At the time of the Norman invasion, the…

[streetsofdublin]

BEN EDAIR ROAD - HALLIDAY ROAD - HAROLD ROAD

Apart from the striking artisan dwellings, the area is also known for the prominent Viking street names.

THE VIKING AREA OF STONEYBATTER – BEN EDAIR ROAD – HALLIDAY ROAD – HAROLD ROAD Apart from the striking artisan dwellings, the area is also known for the prominent Viking street names. For example, there is Viking Road, Olaf Road, Thor Place, Sitric Road, Norseman Place, Ard Ri Road, Malachi Road, Ostman Place, Ivar Street, Sigurd Road and Harold Road. At the time of the Norman invasion, the…

[streetsofdublin]

ARD RIGH ROAD OR ARD RI ROAD [STONEBATTER AREA OF DUBLIN]-159143 by William Murphy Via Flickr: The High Kings of Ireland (Irish: Ard-Rí na hÉireann] were sometimes historical and sometimes legendary figures who had, or who are claimed to have had, lordship over the whole of Ireland for centuries. Apart from the striking artisan dwellings, the area is also known for the prominent Viking street names. For example, there is Viking Road, Olaf Road, Thor Place, Sitric Road, Norseman Place, Ard Ri Road, Malachi Road, Ostman Place, Ivar Street, Sigurd Road and Harold Road. At the time of the Norman invasion, the Vikings, Ostmen or Austmenn (men of the East) as they called themselves, were exiled to the north of the Liffey where they founded the hamlet of Ostmenstown later to become Oxmantown.

[streetsofdublin]

VIKING ROAD

VIKING ROAD AND VIKING PLACE

Apart from the striking artisan dwellings, the area is also known for the prominent Viking street names. For example, there is Viking Road, Olaf Road, Thor Place, Sitric Road, Norseman Place, Ard Ri Road, Malachi Road, Ostman Place, Ivar Street, Sigurd Road and Harold Road. At the time of the Norman invasion, the Vikings, Ostmen or Austmenn (men of the East) as…