Ireland

Ireland - breathing, the smell of the see. serenity, tranquility, magical beauty and wildness, vastness.
A trip to the fjords of the far southwest of Ireland.

The west stands boldly out into the Atlantic. Meagre, grey rocks and jagged cliffs dramatically brave the wind, while deeply incised bays - remnants of former rivers surprise with lush mediterranean vegetation. Magnificent gardens, stately homes, castles, bustling towns, rolling green hills and coastal sections alternate with breathtaking cliffs. Mountain roads wind their way through almost alpine ranges.

The enormous topographical diversity of the all dominating nature also characterizes the people. Friendly they are and hard at the same time. Wind, sun, rain, the gloomy misty days - they take it upon and get dressed accordingly....

O stony grey soil of Monaghan
The laugh from my love you thieved;
You took the gay child of my passion
And gave me your clod - conceived.
 
Patrick Kavanagh, 1904 - 1967