13/8 2021. I find the beginning of R341; the road circling a remote peninsular. It runs through the Roundstone Bog, a wild area with peat. It follows the coast most of the time, on the narrow land between the sea and the high hills.
At first, it is mainly grassland and quite some
lakes. Then I reach the little harbour The landscape changes into way more rocky, and
the hills get higher. This is part of the Connemara, and I
have a long walk, on a farmers field. Besides from the sheep, here
are so many flowering plants and different ferns. Creeks crosses the trail all
the time, and if just I got sun and not rain! I find some real red
peat-moss, which name I have forgotten. R341 continues along the coast, among small harbours, fishing huts and the sheets of the sheep farmers. Some amassing golden beaches turns up, and I make yet another de-tour around an even smaller peninsular. Grass in the middle of the road, small summer huts and sheep along with great views. Some of the beaches are real rocky. I pass some green fields with ponies, must be
the famous Connemara ones. The heather covers huge areas along with
the yellow Furze; Ulex europaeus. Among many other signs, I
spot Sky Road Loop, and why
R341 joins N59, but the it does not spoil the views. Here are quite some peat-industry, dug up to make fire. I spot another tempting sign: Pollacappul Lough & Kylemore Abbey. Well, I see it from a distance, and I can't be bothered with the crowds. I then reach Connemara National Park,
but figure I can see enough from I reach the larger town of Westport, with its Georgian houses and lots of visitors. I do a tour around the old centre, enjoying the sun occidental.
Through more great nature, and I reach the 18th
century village of Newtport. Just before I get to the town,
the famous Viaduct is found, crossing the river. The river is
more like a fjord, on the other side of the bridge.
Outside of town, a huge beach with sand and round, red sandstones are found. Here are a few people, but most does not dip after all. I follow the coastal road, and it brings me to Ballycroy National Park. Here, I do the Tóchar Daithí Bán tail, circling the bog. Not really interesting in any way, but cold due to the wind. At least, it keep dry.
I
drive through more bog and peat industry, till I reach my home for
the night; a
14. I sleep two more hours, in this lovely
house. It is a greyish but calm day, when I set off to the first
site; Céide Fields. It is a real nice drive, despite the lack of
sun. Small roads leads through the green hills with scattered trees,
cattle & sheep and old farms. The Céide Fields are some stone-walled fields, extending over hundreds of hectares, which are the oldest known globally, dating back almost 6,000 years. it is truly huge, but not really that impressive. I have to climb the fence, as it it closed, and there are no signs of opening times. The visitor-centre look real closed, but I'm not here to be bounced.
I do the long trail around the area,
seeing the lines of rocks, exposed from the meter
Right across the road, there is a great view to some coastal rocks. And my next site is actually these, seen way out at the horizon. Sliabh Liag Sea Cliffs are not that tall, but here are several blow-holes, one quite some inland, and big.
As I head on, I spot a real tall and slender
tower, and head for it. It turns out to
The
coastal road leads through a few old harbour villages, and I do a
loop in one. They have a train station, but no lines. The fjord is a
mirror, and fields continues into the village. The area have been real flat most of the day, but now I pass a almost vertical mountain. Grass-covered, but steep and huge. Then two more turns up, one on each side of the road. I stock some food, and reach my hostel at four. That is; what was supposed to be my hostel, found in a villa area in a family house in Letterkenny.
However, one of the guys living there felt bad
this morning, and got a Covi-19 test - but not the result. Luckily,
the owner have several buildings in the area, and after picking the
owner up at the main hostel, we drive to another house. I have a chat with another guy,
living here permanently, it seems.
Day 13.
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