The road that wound through a narrow gap between two mountains clung to a steep heather covered rise on one side and fell away at a dizzying pitch on the other. There were few homes along the miles of isolated barely-pavement and a thin set of wires connected irregularly to tall poles by a now-obsolete … Continue reading Graignagower
I am not a flagrant rule breaker. Nor am I particularly spontaneous. But there is something about being on vacation that brings out the daring, something that paid off in leaps and bounds on our trip to Ireland.
We don't travel like other people. We learned that the hard way the last time we were in Ireland, traveling with friends who were not amused by our gleeful appreciation of tiny roads with hairpin turns.
Robyn Lynn 