Unfortunately is was a rainy day but my karma held so the rain let up when the bus arrived at the cliffs. The first stop was a photo op at Dunguaire Castle.
First view of the cliffs
Whilst a clear day would have been welcomed, the grey made it more ominous
O’Brien’s Tower was built in 183 by Cornellius O’Brien as a viewing point for Victorian tourists.
The wind was so strong at points along the path you could lean into ti nearly 45°. And in places almost acted as a reverse chimney swirling seawater up and over the top
Since it is the off season the bus driver took the liberty of stopping at places where, during the busy season, traffic would have prevented him from doing so.
These walls are called famine walls. During the Great Famine of 1845 to 1852 a blight had wiped out the potato crop, the main source of food. The British government paid men to build these walls that divided nothing from nothing as a make-work program paying them enough to buy food for their families and also preventing them form being idle and possible revolting.
And, after the past 3 days of 3 hours on a ferry, 6+ hours on a bus and over 18 miles on foot, once back in the B&B I felt like this lighthouse, off kilter & on the rocks
4.76 miles
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