Already Ireland is a blur. We left a week ago. So much to take in – when I started this post, we were in a lovely BnB in Kenmare, on the Ring of Kerry, catching our breath. We are now near Bodmin Moor, having a rest day with views of gentling sloping farmland through the windows on a cloudy day. We’ve had a lot of driving through rugged, cliff-edged, room for one car only, hedge-trimmed roads, lots of walking where the cows meet the horses meet the walker meet the stone-age and all eras since, in breath-taking landscapes, where a moment to do other than experience the country seems a misalignment of priorities, until we arrive exhausted at the end of a day. And yes, I do understand full-stops – I hope my grammatical technique conveys a sense of the pace of our trip to date. It’s Sunday today, we’re a long way from anywhere, there isn’t any internet connection, we’ve listened to a pre-downloaded John Piper talk, and I’m processing. I’ll start in the moment, then go back in time….
Impressions of Ireland
- A poetic, proud people, with remarkable tenacity and perseverance
- A land of faith
- Coastlines raw and rugged
- big (seriously) sheep and sleek cows
- Courage and whisky
- music and pubs
- History encapsulated – Stone age, the Romans, monasteries, the Vikings, the English, Henry the VIII, Cromwell, dispossession, famine, whisky, the Troubles
Postscript
And I finally post this from the peaceful Cotswolds, some days later…