And I reckoned it would be nice to go out to Connemara once again to breathe its magic. Because, as a place, it is magical - it's a hinterland of stunning mountainous beauty that has its own peculiar atmosphere. Though it is rugged, remote, wild and wet, on a day like Saturday it can feel like the gentlest most peaceful place on earth. I loved being there - I soaked in its calm.
We had tea and homemade biscuits in the haven that is Cashel House Hotel where we met a playful dog and walked through the hotel's woodlands. (Charles de Gaulle and his wife stayed in the hotel in 1969 after he resigned as President of France.) It's a gorgeously old-fashioned place of paintings and antique furniture.
|Tea in Cashel House|
We walked on the pier and took photos, watching the fishermen and smelling the fishy, crabby air. We had lunch (proper veggie food!) in O'Dowd's Pub.
It was like being on holiday in our own county and I loved every minute of it.
|On the pier - Roundstone|