Life is sweet. Good weather, fine company, great food and the best beaches in the world. My photography doesn’t do it justice, but you get a hint at how spectacular the scenery is here in Donegal. This morning I cycled from Falcarragh to Dunfanaghy and marvelled at the powerful beauty of the mountains. Muckish, Errigal and the two smaller ones in between called Aghla Mor and Aghla Beag. The journey took me about an hour with gentle hill climbs and fast freewheeling down the other side. Dunfanaghy was just starting to get ready for breakfast and I grabbed some coffee, juice a local paper and a croissant. The view of Horn Head and Dunfanaghy beach from the top of the sand dunes was …awesome. No honestly it was the sort of experience that makes life seem worth all the aggravation and pettiness of daily living. To be on holiday with time to appreciate nature, breathe in the sea air and acknowledge just how lucky I am is a rare privilege.
Last night Conor and I went down to Billie’s bar in Gorta Hork to hear some traditional music. The craic was mighty and we got into conversation with a Glaswegian fellow and his sister. The musicians were still playing when we left to find our way in the dark to our holiday home. There is more traditional music in the barracks in Falcarragh tonight with wine and tapas. This European touch sounds perfect.