Attempted to take the ferry out the the Arans
yesterday, thwarted by inclement weather.
Ended up tooling around Conemara, and the
sun shone benevolently upon us. The beach photo's
are from Mweenish Island, a remote speck of land
at the edge of the Atlantic. Can't imagine living
out here a hundred years ago. Wind-blasted, wet.
The water was really that color! The tiny thatched
cottage is actually a miniature replica -- deceivingly
real in the photo.
I'm off to take the Westport Potato Count.
Rain today like the end of the world,