on bus

bridge into the sky

a reminder of giant times

just up around this bend

in the grass

cows and berries along the way

This day involved a 14 mile bicycle ride along the coast and a climb up the side of the mountain to see a 3000-year-old ring fort perched on the side of a 300 foot cliff. The ocean shimmered beneath us. It was silver and uninterrupted by land. It did not look like water, but something waxy and soft and should you drink it you may just inherit magical powers or at least absorb some vitamin awesome. This day ought to have a pie named after it.

don't step inside the ring

thirty minutes of childhood

dingle(berry) peninsula

The first stop of the day involved a faerie tapping me on the shoulder and saying, 'Woo, Tegan. Look at where you are. Green and lakes. Oh and a horse over there.' I sat on the fence. I only just noticed that large gap in the fence. And to think I could have clambered through and ran into the wild to live with the faeries forever. But the lining, as always, is silver. It was really freaking cold and I left my jacket on the bus. I was relieved to leave the faeries to dance in the wind alone and move on to beachier (and yet still green) pastures, followed by a market lunch involving mushrooms and garlic and coffee.

shamrocker

Yes. I did. I went on an organised tour. Hold your grimaces and your mocking laughs for just a moment though; the entries that are to follow are intended to sum up what was one of the best weeks of my life. The people, the places were, if not perfect, justly awesome. Ireland is spectacular and because my photography does not do it justice I ask you to put on your shimmer-tinted glasses and apply an emerald sheen to all shades of green that my shoddy lighting did not pick up.