I’ve always thought of Ireland as it’s nickname implies, the ’emerald isle,’ and it is for the most part. In common with Scotland, Ireland gets more than it’s fair share of rain, so the grass is always pretty green, as are the hills. Having been to Ireland before, to the area around Connemara, some eleven or twelve years ago, I remembered it that way. Connemara had been gorgeous.
Like other places, there are some beautiful parts, the parts you would recommend to tourists, and there are some you are less proud of. To my surprise, as we headed towards Galway City from Belfast, the route we took through the middle of Ireland fell into the latter category, and I was disappointed. I felt I could have been just about anywhere and nowhere.
But not for long.
The sun came out and we took a trip down the West coast from…
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