We are just back from a short break in wonderful West Cork, where we had four days of fresh air, amazing scenery, good food and most importantly, pure unadulterated sunshine. It seems, for all the crap weather we have been having, that summer has arrived at last.
The reason we went down to Cork in the first place was because Eric was playing a gig at a well-known music venue in Clonakilty called De Barra's. It was a small place but the stage was done up really nice, like someone's sitting room and the gig went very well. The place was packed out and the crowd were very attentive and appreciative of Eric's music. The organiser was a guy called Gavin Moore, who turned out to be a supernice fella as well as a great singer.
We then went on to stay in Toormore, near Schull on the Mizen peninsula. Neither of us had been down to this part of the country and we both fell in love with it. The scenery is stunning - sandy beaches, craggy cliffs and lush greenery. It literally was one amazing vista after another.
On our last day there we went over the next peninsula up called 'Sheep's Head'. This peninsula had its own charm, not as dramatic a landscape as Mizen, but still beautiful. The photo above is from a memorial garden in the village of Ahakista, which is dedicated to the victims of an Air India plane that was bombed nearby in the 80s. It was right here that our car decided to break down after bravely trudging on for most of the holiday. More on that in another blog.
I have to say that it was one of the best holidays in Ireland I've had. I know the sun helped immensely but I reckon West Cork is a beauty spot, no matter what the weather's like. I have a more photos up on Flickr www.flickr.com/photos/kusieric/sets/72157601936310524/detail/ if you want to check them out. I don't think it's possible to do the place justice but I think they give a feel of the place.
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5 comments:
not my carribean, but i see the beauty of the seascape.
now, which one's the dummy in that picture ?
the ben
Ohh, mister funny pants. My first contribution to the blog is pointing out that there is a clear difference between me and the dummy. I'm the one eating the Irish breakfast in my wooly jumper and hat and the dummy is the guy with the million dollar smile and thumbs up. Come on already benny, open them eyes!
I think the state of that dummy is testimony to what black pudding (a.k.a. scab cake) does to a person. Another point to the veggies...
P.S. Super Cute Stage...wish I had thought of that.
That dummy could have fooled anyone. I have a picture from our recent visit to the zoo, of Robert standing next to a life size cut out of a black jungle guide, surrounded by gorillas and Frank thought it was real.
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