I had had to provide food enough for three months for Ferne (my niece), Mathias (her boyfriend) and my Mum, as well as a good starter-stock for ourselves in the motorhome. That meant totally scaring myself silly at Tescos ... filling and paying for a full trolley load of groceries and going back to fill and pay for a second full trolley - and that was after I had filled a trolley at Musgrave wholesalers as well. In Tescos I made sure to not go to the same teller I was so embarrassed to be buying so much! That night, sleep was not my friend ... I twitched from tiredness and fretted about how rich I had made Tescos that day. Good - it's just an amusing memory now.
Talking about being scared silly ... which I'll change slightly to the fun of being silly ...this is the pair I have left behind to care for my most valuable things in life. Should I be afraid do you think?
Nah. I'm not worried.
Doolough was balm to my soul. I didn't pick up a pencil, open a book, or plug in my laptop. I zombied and chilled, took some photos ... and reverted to my glassy-eyed chillin'. I did though summon enough energy and pull my eyes away from the sunset to cook us a pizza.
I've decided not to spend hours and hours of valuable travel-time fully editing my photographs on Photoshop and Irfanview. Instead I'm going to do batch conversions to reduce the images to a web-friendly size, and then do a bit of select editing when I get home at the end of June. So the images you see from now on may have shaky compositions or colouring until later in the year. Please forgive them and me!
Here are a few of the first day/night of about one-hundred-and-two day/nights ...
Can you see the chain in this one?
For those who'd like to follow our route we tootled up through Louisburgh, past Clew Bay (where we felt totally frustrated as the view was incredible but there was absolutely nowhere for us to pull off the road for a photo-stop), through Westport and Castlebar to Pontoon for lunch.
But .... before we got to Pontoon we stopped at a little village called Ross for a leisurely photo-break. You know how it is - we had trundled through the village, spied a fleeting glimpse of atmospheric old buildings, then risked our lives and Milly's in a driveway turn-around because we just couldn't miss going back and soaking up the feeling of history. This is what we found ...
It was our first sunny day for a while so the road up through Easky - the surfer's Sligo paradise - past The Split Rock to the edge of Sligo was really lovely. We didn't take pics along the Easky Road simply because there was so much to see, so much to drink in and stunning beaches to get to, that we'd rather do it full justice and go there again as a destination.
The (unphotographed by us) Split Rock was quite something, sitting there unobtrusively in a field next to the road, silently boasting it's story of being sundered in anger by the sword of Finn McCool after he lost a bet in a rock slinging contest.
Just the other side of Sligo Town we meandered down a picturesque boreen to Glencar Lake (Lough) beneath Ben Bulben, for a peaceful night. Here are are first pics from when we arrived there. You'll see from a couple of the shots, here and later tomorrow, that Spring has sprung and the grass iz rizz.
Glencar Falls was just down the road and we were all prepared for about an hour-long hike in and another back again ... only to find it was a little saunter of five minutes through tinkling stream-land. Sadly, even although Summer hasn't pushed Spring out the way, there were signs of yobbos having been there - beer cans and bottles sitting jarringly in clean young moss and foliage.
Within a kilometre of our overnight home, we passed from Co Sligo into Co Leitrim. Later, during a warm and sun-snoozy drive we reached Co Donegal, passed Donegal town, and the road finally brought us to the fishing town of Killybegs on the coast of Donegal for, coincidentally, a seafood chowder I had bought the day I scared myself silly shopping. I'm really into this chilling thing now ... not something I'm really used to, being rather a hyperactive and burn-myself-out type of person ... and we spent a relaxed lunch hour-and-a-half-odd in the harbour enjoying the sun and the scenery - although not the fishy smells so much.
Just as we were doing the gas-off, sky-vent-closed, everything-ready-to-roll routine, a chap parked us in and enthusiastically talked motorhome talk to Alan. Good thing too ... he told us where we could spend a safe and peaceful night overlooking the sea and Glen Colm Cille village. We're here right now!
A quartz rock just outside our window.
I love rocks and have a story or two to tell
about collecting rocks in Namibia in Southern Africa.
A bit of a washed-out shot of one of the churches in the valley.
And so, to our absolute delight, we trot on ........