Atmospheric Ireland. Winter Skies and Glens

Late Evening in Donegal

The last time I came to Ireland I was twenty-two years old. I came with my family. I remember the craic, I remember the scenery, I remember how welcoming Irish people are, I remember walking up the Knockmealdown Mountains and looking out at more than forty shades of green, but I realise now I was too young to really appreciate the atmospheric scenery, and just how magical this place is. It really is a magical land.

We are finding our feet, as is always necessary when moving, let alone changing countries. Add the dreaded C-19 into the mix and it is difficult, but we can still get some shopping, and on Friday we went to the local larger town near us, Dungloe, to stock up. Of course we took the Welshies with us, they are still too insecure to leave them, I mean the cat’s haven’t even come out of the bedroom yet, other than to eat and hide in cupboards!

So off we set on yet another charabang outing which also involved taking the Welshies for a walk.

One of my all time memories of Ireland are the freshwater glens that run down from the mountain. I promise I will write of them often, not least because I have promised my Welshie furry son that I will show him the sunlight sparkling on them. Since he was ill late last year it has been my motivation through all this change to take Harley on the Irish beaches, and to the glens up the mountain. But on Friday we found a pretty little part of the town where a glen ran gurgling and bubbling into the open arms of a small bay.

I was so excited to find it, and it was absolutely stunning to watch as it ran into the sea, so beautifully lit up by the late evening winter sun. And just to make things really perfect we had a lovely chat with Finnola, who was so excited to tell us it was her birthday tomorrow.

The Glen Running Into the Arms of the Sea

We just stood at this bay, watching the light change, and as it did so everything else changed, as if a faerie was painting the land and sky in front of us.

Sunset in Donegal Ireland

On the way home I asked RD, who trusted me and came here having never been here before, what he loved. He said the scenery, the atmosphere, the friendliness of the people, being able to just chat to people and on and on. Eventually I stopped him and asked what didn’t he like, he immediately responded and said ‘nothing.’


Sunset in Dungloe Donegal Ireland


  1. Glorious photos of a magical land! Makes me yearn to visit the more untraveled parts of Ireland we have not yet seen. Skies painted by faeries, certainly. You are clearly inspired by it all to write in a marvelous fashion. I did not even get a chance to comment on your last post – that was so terrifying, yet enjoyable at the same time. Hope you will find your forever home somewhere in Ireland.

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  2. So beautiful! I love adventuring with you through your blog, M. I can’t believe I’ve never been to Ireland. My father was a fair bit Irish (more than half), but was adopted, so didn’t know any of his Irish family or the traditions. My mom’s ancestry is Swedish & English, but the Ashley family came through Charleston, South Carolina in the late 1600’s, so not much tradition left there after 400 years in America. The Swedes came over in the 1930’s. I must see Ireland in person! I need to go look at a map to see where you all are. I hope the Welshies learn to love it there. 💚

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