This lighthouse was across the channel on Coney Island
Located nearby was this poignant and beautiful sculpture of a woman “Waiting on Shore”
This could quite easily be a New Zealand beach!
So with the change in plan in place we were away. First stop was only a few kilometres down the road at Drumcliff. County Sligo is also known as Yeats Country as the scenery inspired many of the Nobel Prize winning writer WB Yeats great works, his family lived in the area and his grave is located in a churchyard in Drumcliffe.
W B Yeats Grave
In front of the church is a sculpture honoring Yeats’ work by physically illustrating his poem “He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven.” It depicts a bald, shirtless man crouching above a blanket engraven with the words of the poem.
By stopping at the churchyard you not only get a dead poet you also get a very old round tower, two high crosses, a stunning view of Ben Bulben and a great coffee! A monastery was founded on this site in the 6th century, only a part of the round tower(which was struck by lightning in 1396) and two high crosses remain.
This high cross stands 3.83 meters tall and is highly decorated with carvings of Adam & Eve, Cain & Abel, Daniel in the Lion’s Den and Christ in Glory along with many animals. High Crosses were used to illustrate stories from the bible for the largely illiterate congregations.
What is left of the Round Tower-
Ben Bulben is a prominent table top like mountain that W B Yeats wrote about in his very last poem and in fact the final 3 lines decorate his headstone-
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death
Horseman, pass by!
Looking over the cairn towards the central courtyard
The large capstone over the interal entrance to another chamber. Capstones supported the build up of stones over the top of the cairn.
Inside the central courtyard
After a short stop we passed briefly through County Leitrim and into County Donegal, I was sad that a few short kilometres were all we were going to see of County Donegal after our change of plans. At Ballyshannon we turned inland heading towards Enniskillen along the banks of Lough Erne. Just before the Lough we crossed the border into Northern Ireland without much fanfare at all and in fact we only noticed it when suddenly the speed signs changed from kilometres to miles. Of course not too long ago there would have been a major border control in place, now anybody can cross back and forth at will. We do notice that the roads are generally in much better condition north of the border and it seems to be a bit more prosperous. In fact you could be driving just about anywhere in mainland UK, it looked very similar. Hmmm…..I’m not sure I like that, not because it's the UK just because Ireland is Ireland.
We were now in County Fermanagh (are you getting the picture I love the County names), I’m keeping track of the Counties so I can say how many we visited at the end of the trip! The scenery changed from rugged barren coastal views to lush fields and autumnal colours and a few thatched houses. It wasn’t the first time that I compared it to New Zealand although we don’t have so many deciduous trees or any thatched cottages!. We took a few side tracks to have a look at the lake and see if we could find some wildlife. That was a negative.
We then stopped in Enniskillen for lunch after which we drove around until we found the right view of the castle. No time to visit, this was the closest we were going to get to it.
Next stop Omagh(well nearly) but before we left town we followed another sign that said “Castle” and came across the ruins of the Portora Castle on the banks of the lake. Why is there always a flock of crows flying over castle ruins?
Portora Castle was built in 1612 and is very strategically placed by the narrow exit of the River Erne from the lake. In the latter part of the 19th century gales and an experimental explosion made by some local schoolboys contributed to the castle ruin. Below the castle ruins is the weir and boat lock at the head of the river. You surely couldn't miss the arrows that point you in the direction of the lock and if you did, it would probably be the last thing you did as you knocked your head off! :)
As we were walking back to the car we came across a farmer who in the peace and quiet of the countryside, was hollering loudly to his cattle. We stopped for a yarn. He was teaching his cattle to come running from the back of the paddock so he had them all trained up and ready when he needed to load them onto a truck as feed was getting low. He had a bucket of pellets that he was sprinkling on the ground. The older cattle had already tuned into it, the calves were still a little hesitant. He was keen to talk about NZ’s dairy industry and we spent a pleasant 20 minutes or so passing the time of day with him. He couldn’t understand why we were where we were!
Taken the next morning surrounded by a thick blanket of fog!
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