Another day of travel and looking at stuff awaited us. We started of by heading to The Burren, a portion of Ireland that is kast landscape. A desolate looking rock strewn and wind swept environment. It is insane - this completely inhospitable looking land which is actually rather abundant in life. Between the rocks small ferns and grasses and flowers grow protected from the wind.
Here are some ancient (over 5,000 years old) structures. Just a small organized construction of rocks, like the little bark huts children make in gardens. Pretty incredible really.
The rocks in this landscape blew me away, and more incredible is that people farm here, they manage to live and grow things here. We saw one freshly plowed field and the soil was more rock then dirt.
We saw lots of sweet little funny things like a donkey putting its head over a high wall to look at us over the stone fence.
How the trees – or rather bushes, no trees grow here - grow on this amazing angle all as far as you can see pointing in the same direction as the constant wind has shaped them.
How the trees – or rather bushes, no trees grow here - grow on this amazing angle all as far as you can see pointing in the same direction as the constant wind has shaped them.
It actually astounds me though that we managed to find any of the actual sights on our list to see. In Ireland it is incredibly difficult to ever find anything. The untimely progression of Elizabeth Wooten-Basset’s nurological disorder does not assist this issue, as she sometimes direct us and other times does not, but even so. There will be a sign to whatever it is you want to see and then you might follow these signposts for a few corners till they simply disappear, most unhelpful.
Anyway we did manage to see some things today and otherwise had a great time being stupid and giggling…a lot.
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