Driving home from Sligo to Clare today, I was struck once more by how beautiful the Irish countryside is at this time of year. After a grey, cool start to the day, and a walk on the beach at Rosses Point after breakfast – a great way to clear the head after the night before – the sun began to shine as we left Sligo behind us, heading for Mayo.
I don’t know this part of the country all that well, so it’s great to discover another piece of Ireland, and see it through fresh eyes. We veered off the road at Ballindrine towards Dunmore, on the Galway, Mayo, Roscomon border as hubby’s family originally came from here. We made a stop at Dunmore castle, built by the Norman de Berminghams, but originally a stronghold of the ancient O’Connor kings – my O’Connor husband likes to think he can trace his lineage this far back.
We get so used to living in a place, that it’s easy to overlook the beauty of the landscape, and the sense of connection to a place and its history, but I really felt that sense of connection today as we stood in the ruins of this ancient twelfth century castle, with only the resident birds nesting in its ivy clad walls to observe us.