Prior to our trip, the Cliffs of Moher is the landmark I most closely associated with Ireland. Perhaps it’s now the wild Connemara, but anyway, the Cliffs did not disappoint. It was rainy and windy, so we didn’t feel inclined to walk the full length of the cliffs, particularly in view of the multiple warnings. The cliffs are sheer and stunning and I refrained from shouting “As you wish”, much to Derek’s relief (he didn’t know this crossed my mind, but he would have been relieved had he realised my internal ruminations).
In summary, the cliffs were magnificent. The cloudy weather and heavy mist added to the sense of foreboding and I would like to go again on a clear sunny day, walking the length of the cliffs. We did view the cliffs from the ocean on a trip from the Aran island of Inisheer the next day.