Restored by The Wild Atlantic Way


Greencastle Donegal

Before we started these adventures we lived by the sea in England.

In fact as I write that I realise that our adventures actually started when we left Essex and moved to live by the sea in Kent. The first chapter was just a a long twelve year learning curve. All necessary to make us the people we are today.

A cove in Greencastle, on The Wild Atlantic Way Donegal Ireland.

Our trip to The Wild Atlantic Way has refreshed and restored us. We really just chilled. No ‘we have to go here, we have to there.’ We just did what we wanted to do, and if that involved snoozing in our hotel room, then that’s what we did.

In fact we didn’t even visit the beach in Culdaff until the Sunday. It was worth the wait. There is nothing like a long Sandy beach on a blustery Autumn day on the Wild Atlantic Way. The waves were rolling in, trying to outrun the turbulent mass of the sea, like naughty children running away from their mother, asking her to catch them. Which of course She always did. Pulling them back to the safety of her depths.

Culdaff Beach, Donegal Ireland.

On the Saturday we visited a fishing village called Greencastle near to Culdaff. It has a castle,Northburgh, dating back to the 13th century. Now just an ivy clad ruin. Standing like a sentinel, looking out to sea.

There is a fishing port, that brought back memories of Whitstable in Kent, and lots of little beaches and coves.

It had an energy that appealed to me.

We met some lovely, chatty people, and some equally lovely bouncy dogs. We missed our girls.

As we sat at a concrete table, inlaid with glass washed up from the sea, we just let the wind blow through our minds, clearing all the cobwebs away. And I realised how much I missed living by the sea.

Greencastle Donegal

On our last day we made our way to Malin Head. The northernmost tip of Ireland. In the wintertime you can see the Northern Lights there.

The Wild Atlantic Way. From the top of Malin Head Ireland.

Truly blustery, it maximised the beauty of Ireland, with the waves crashing on the rocks below you, the wide, indomitable sea in front of you, and the mountain ranges watching you from all around.

Ireland is a truly beautiful country, but more than that it has an air of mystery about it. Something almost supernatural. Being by the sea again I felt it calling me.

Life will show us the way.

Moisy

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