Monday 21st August 2017
54 degrees 10.065N
08 degrees 27.251W
We are now ensconced in a different sort of B&B…
Last night we had a whole glamorous cottage, all tricked out in green, red, black and cream. Here we have a small bedroom with a bathroom down the hall, and a free table in the little dining room. (It is much cheaper…)
I am quite happy with this arrangement. The bed is comfortable and clean and the bathroom, while some way down the hall, is for our use only – all of the other rooms have ensuites.
|Beach at Glencolmcille - there were 167 steps to go down there and it was blowing a gale...|
We have had a fascinating day.
|Pete direction the photography from the car|
I have taken lots of pictures because – beauty!
I very providently bought two umbrellas in the pharmacy at Killybegs – Pete was sure I wouldn’t find such a thing in this little town but – really? No umbrellas for sale in such a damp place?? He was WRONG! Mind you the umbrellas are very small and flimsy…
And they came in very handy; it started to pour when we were a long way from the car.
We were drenched after our walk and went to the Ahoy Café in Killybegs, which was warm and cosy and redolent of tasty fishy meals. Happy!
We were very happy to see so much purple heather adorning the hills, valleys, mountains. It is just glorious.
And the peat is fascinating – they are still digging it up, for fuel. They use machines now; it much have been cold, damp, horrid work for men (women??) with spades…
I thought we should listen to Irish music in the car, and hauled out my computer which is, surprisingly, full of Irish stuff. The Fureys, the Corrs, the Chieftains, Luka Bloom, Christy Moore, the Waterboys, Capercaillie, Feargal Sharkey etc etc. I have not yet gone through the whole catalogue! Along the way we saw posters – Christy Moore in concert! How fabulous would that be?? But…this is in October. We will be long gone.
We are in Yeats country so I played the Waterboys: An Evening With Mr Yeats compilation. And then we went to a small church and looked at his grave, with its bleak epitaph…
This is a fabulous, wild, beautiful bit of country. (But…horrible weather! I do have some understanding; Tasmania can also produce horrid summer weather. Maybe not as bleak as this, however!)