A great day out that truly felt like an adventure.
We woke up this morning after 5 nights camping in what felt like the middle of nowhere. Great times with family, friends and nature. Now for a few hours driving, away from the West Coast of Ireland and back towards home.
I cant wait to get a good meal and a shower 🙂
We walked from the St. Patrick’s Holy Well, across a small valley and on towards the church. Most of the gravestones were worn and unreadable and many sunken beneath the earth. However, this headstone was within the ruins of the old church building. The oldest we found was from 1746 and barely readable, suggesting the church was built in the 1600s.
Sitting looking out the window while waiting for the morning rain to stop.
I’ve been to the church where W.B. Yeats was buried a few times. This particular grave grabs my attention every time I’ve been here, moreso than any other.
It looks like it was killed mid-sprint, poor thing.