It’s five am. After hours of driving we decided to park our house on wheels somewhere quiet and remote, but then the next morning we were woken up by the smell of fish and the sound of seagulls. Not quite the wake up call we’d expected.
A man in a yellow overall starts to walk towards us. He’s short, like many Irish lads and he has a heavy voice with a strong but friendly twang. My uncle from Dublin hardly speaks the traditional Irish language, like many of the Irish and excuses himself for his lousy accent. The man laughs. He pulls my uncles leg - which of course my uncle realises - and thanks him for making an effort.
The fisherman tells us in his best English how he grew up along the Connemara coast and how he has been fishing crab, lobster and oysters for as long as he lives.
This colossal, 350 million years old and fifty meters height sea stack, stands in the middle of the Wild Atlantic Way, just a few miles north of Ballycastle village in County Mayo and is named ‘Dún Briste’ which means broken fort. The sea stack is awe-inspiring. You can see the layers upon layers of multi-coloured rock strata and if you gaze out to the ocean, you’ll be able to see the small collection of islands called the Stags of Broad Haven.
This place is absolutely breathtaking, like the rest of Ireland’s west coast is..
Cliffs of Moher
Not far from the Aran Islands, you will find the Cliffs of Moher.
Puffins, razorbills and guillemots. I lost count of how many.. Hundreds of these friendly penguin-like birds are found on every single layer of this rock along the Cliffs of Moher and oh, the sound.. it’s incredible!