H igh summer season within the north-west nook of Ireland and guess what? It was raining. Seriously moist Atlantic rain that endured via the night time and bounced rhythmically off the corrugated roof of our conventional Donegal stone cottage. You’d suppose it might be like making an attempt to sleep inside a tin can. But the 200-year-old constructing had lately been renovated and the roof was impressively insulated; the downpours sounded virtually muted, like a jazz drummer enjoying with brushes. Donegal Miki’s cotage The subsequent day we awoke to a day that would not have been extra of a distinction: flat calm, sunshine sharp, sprinklings of excessive cloud. We walked exterior to a scene that electrified the senses: the distinctive odor of seaweed drying within the inlet beneath; a wondrous vista out to a lengthy bay that appeared prefer it was lit from inside. The solely sound was a distant tractor on the single-track lane. It’s for elemental experiences like these that folk...
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