By the wild Atlantic
Another misty day. The Aran islands are visible from Sue and John's house on a normal day, but it was another strangely misty one. John drove us to Lahinch where we walked along by the white sea, while John sat sensibly in the car. The sea white as anything. I bought Lady Gregory's Complete Irish Legends . Then we went off to The Cliffs of Moher , which were breathtaking. There is a sort of tourist centre nearby burrowed into the hillside. There was a very smart wind and then rain whipping off the sea, and it felt quite exposed. It is a massive tourist attraction, and I can see why. John was saying that people used to gather there to wave to the ships their relatives were on as they sailed off to America, never to be seen again. Then home, and reading a book John had lent me called Whoredom in Kimmage , a sort of travel book written by Rosemary Mahoney, which was rather funny. Also succumbed to the luxury of an afternoon snooze. In the evening, a bit of a wild night, off t...