This journey out to Clare one sunny weekday afternoon was glorious. I ended up at one of the many places in Ireland known as Diarmuid & Gráinne’s bed. Legend says that she was meant to marry the powerful (and old) Fionn mac Cumhaill, but instead she fell for one of his warriors, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. They go on the run, pursued by Mac Cumhaill and his troops, sleeping somewhere new every night. I like the versions that say Gráinne loved Diarmuid so much that she wouldn’t rest; she would stay awake all night to watch over him.
It’s a beautiful story. But I won’t spoil the ending.
This place was so beautiful, so edge-of-the-earth, that I don’t blame them for picking it to spend the night! Imagine.
I was so engrossed in taking photos that I didn’t notice my road trip buddy taking photos of ME. I am usually alone when I go out on these photo trips, so it’s rare for me to have photos of myself, which is a shame as the locations are always so beautiful.
The pot-holes out there were WAY deeper than they look! Thankfully my little Micra made it through, but there was mud up to the windows by the time I got through the worst ones.
There is probably a tactic of how to drive safely on such treacherous roads. I, however, just cranked up the Taraf de Haidouks album and blasted through the bumps. It was the perfect soundtrack. 😂