I didn’t fancy trying to drive in Ireland, so we took a coach tour that got us out of the city limits. It also gave us front-row seats to Ireland’s wonderfully changeable weather, which is why the sky gets as much attention from me as the castle in the first picture:
My favorite part of the trip was our two-hour stop at the Cliffs of Moher. I love walking, I love seeing natural beauty that is distinct about a place I’m visiting, and I loved the stiff breeze coming off the ocean. I kept a close eye on my watch as I walked, since we were warned that the bus would not wait, but every curve I passed revealed another curve . . . I’m glad I turned back, though, since our guide told me that the path along the cliff goes on for 15 or so miles, and I wouldn’t have seen any reason to stop for a long time!
It’s hard to tell that the cliffs rise 700 feet above the water, but the presence of a tower lends some sense of scale:
Mom surprised me by loving the wind along the coast. She and I had clearly had enough of the stultifying heat and humidity back home.