Monday 21st
August 2017
54 degrees 10.065N
08 degrees 27.251W
Sligo, Ireland
We are now ensconced in a different sort of B&B…
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| heathery hill |
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.
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| Beach at Glencolmcille - there were 167 steps to go down there and it was blowing a gale... |
We have had a fascinating day.
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| Pete direction the photography from the car |
I have taken lots of pictures because – beauty!
But they have come out very dark and gloomy…
because the weather is ghastly!
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…
I popped them into my bag when we started the (4k,
approx) walk up to the cliffs of Slieve League.
And they came in very handy; it started to pour when
we were a long way from the car.
It was a fabulous walk.
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| My favourite photo of the day |
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!)
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