I took a chance and took an unfamiliar way, on my way back from the coast. It turned out to be a very long way round, in the very best tradition of Irish bohreen that seem to go nowhere. Yet, in the end, it came to me as familiar, a certain comfort to it, one foot in front of the other.
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What to say? Well, this:
I took a chance and took an unfamiliar way, on my way back from the coast. It turned out to be a very long way round, in the very best tradition of Irish bohreen that seem to go nowhere. Yet, in the end, it came to me as familiar, a certain comfort to it, one foot in front of the other.
Updated with a few more photos from my way weaving between the Atlantic shore and Blacksod Bay.
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