Category Archives: Ireland

At Last

My last full day in Ireland was a Sunday, and a sunny day, and folks were out and about in Dublin. Most of my time here was marred by foul weather, so I truly appreciate the fine send off.

Here are some parting shots. They are few and uninspired, for I spent the day simply savoring in the moments, including attending choral matins at Saint Patrick’s cathedral and visiting two museums.

I’ve included one funny sign from Galway for your amusement.

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Yes, I Still Love Galway . . .

. . . In spite of soaking rains and winds that challenge walking and photography, although I did get some fun diagonal shots, and shots of cars’ tires. A storm called Lorenzo is headed this way, and elaborate efforts are being made against flooding. Trapped in my room again for the better part of the day, I thought going to the movies might be a remedy, but no, shows were canceled as well. The weather I’ve had here in Ireland is a crying shame.

Anyway, here are some level photos I did manage to capture. Enjoy.

These folks are in for a hard lesson in sandbagging.

Live all you can. It’s a mistake not to. Even if it’s pouring and the wind is howling.

I Love Galway!

In spite of the chill air, in a short time Galway has captured my heart. Here are a few shots from yesterday, and I’m out and about more today, so perhaps there will be an ‘I love Galway’ sequel. Enjoy!

The blue across the water is where I hiked a few days ago!

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Fanore to Ballyvaughan

The weather was better today, beautiful even at some moments, yet also sometimes cold and very windy. But it was mostly a lovely day of hiking 15 miles north/northwest along parts of the Burren Way and an area called Black Head. The hike started off innocently enough along broad, open, grassy areas with sweeping views of the Aran Islands and the Irish Sea. Then came the section called the Mass Path, which was miles-long, narrow, brambly, rocky, and muddy, with hidden holes, a steep cliff off to the left, and flowing rivers with sketchy bridges. If you know me, you know I travel alone, and eat alone, and go to the theater alone, and almost always hike alone, but today I connected with some generous-hearted Americans who adopted me for the day. And what luck that was – of all my hikes, without a doubt this was the one day I should definitely not have gone it alone. We walked up hills, down hills, through valleys, over stiles, past ruins, past cows, horses, and donkeys, most of the time within reach of abundant super ripe blackberries and in view of super cool geology.

Anyway, I’ll let photos do the talking – I’ve said enough. Plus, I need to rub my dear feet.

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Cliffs Of Moher

Luckily, I finally got some good walking weather. I set out from Hag’s Head near Liscannor this morning and hiked north along the coast on the Cliffs of Moher. There was serious mud, and serious wind, a bit of rain, and a charging cow, but mostly it was lovely, and I’m very grateful for that. Here are some photos for your enjoyment. There is a lot of very cool geology here!

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Dingle or An Daingean?

As I wrote, I’m in a legally Gaelic speaking part of Ireland. English geographical terms cannot even be listed on maps. So why the local residents permanently opted for “Dingle” instead of its Gaelic counterpart An Daingean is a mystery. Anyway, here are some photos. Dingle is a colorful place. Hope you enjoy.

P.S. It didn’t rain all day . . .

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That’s Killarney To Me and You

I’m spending time in Gaelic Ireland, where English is not the norm. All the locals I’ve spoken to have families going back hundreds of years; inn owners work the inns where they were born, as did their parents and grandparents. It’s not a very modern life here, and town size is measured by the number of pubs. Farming is prominent – one gentleman pointed to a heard of dairy cows and grinned “There’s Kerry gold!” – and evenings are spent drinking, joking, and playing music.

During the daytime, it’s very quiet. Except for the howling wind.

And is it Killarney? Nope, see the first photo below.

My plan had been to walk from inn to inn, but the weather has bested me: biting wind, horizontal rain and mud may deter me, but not others more intrepid than myself. However, they hail from Germany, Norway, and Colorado, so infinitely more prepared than I.

The clear photos below were taken during moments of respite.

The wind memorialized.

Live all you can. It’s a mistake not to.