I could fill this page with superlatives--spectacular, amazing, incredible--and still not capture the magic of south-west Ireland. The grassy slopes ringed by drystone walls leading down the craggy mountains to the azure-blue sea. The blowing sand over Inch beach. Sheep with their lambs wandering the deserted roads. The castles and manors and ruins, old and new, dotting the landscape. The ice-carved valleys of granite.
All experienced from the comfort of my car, because the freezing wind was simply too much to bear.
| | | Ireland 2013 Mar 17, 2013
by Gregg | | |
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