Another pic from Ireland, the land of Guinness, the famous Irish stout. Have you tried? What are your thoughts?
If it’s not for you, try Baby Guinness... a drink that looks like a small Guinness but with no Guinness in it at all. It’s a shot that contains three parts of coffee liqueur topped with one part Irish cream like Baileys... sounds yummy if you ask me 😊
Conor pass is one of the highest Irish mountain passes served by an asphalted road, located on the R560 road in County Kerry, Ireland.
The pass connects Dingle, on the south-western end of the Dingle Peninsula, with Brandon Bay and Castlegregory in the north-east. At a height of 456 metres (1,496 ft) it may not sound like anything special compared to Alpine passes in continental Europe, but it affords wonderful views to the wild surrounding area. Combine that to the moody weather and the low clouds which seem to be on the daily menu and you can have some pretty spectacular results like the ones you see here.
I drove over the pass two or three times (always on heavy weather) and it never failed to deliver so expect to see some more photos from it.
Not representing the current weather conditions here in Dingle ~ we’re in the middle of a storm! 🌪💨🌊
However, this is one of our favorite views, just outside of Dingle town before Annascaul Village. Katharine loves stopping here to soak up the view when the weather is nice ~ we never take it for granted that we live in such a beautiful place 💚
I saw a picture of this pier a few months ago and decided this was a place I had to go see for myself. This Harbour absolutely inspired my 900 mile solo road trip around Southern Ireland. The Dingle Peninsula during the off season is by far one of my favorite locations to travel to date. This is the Dunquin Pier that was the launch point to the Blasket Islands just out there in the distance. Unfortunately, it’s residents had to be evacuated years ago because of weather conditions. There are ferries that take visitors back and forth during the warmer months, but that meant today I had the place to myself. I don’t know how I’d feel about sharing this place with other people at the same time. It was healing to be there alone and in the crispness of the morning. I was pressed against time to see other things that day, but decided this place deserved every bit of me. I broke out my book and time melted. I’m so glad I got to connect to the land here. There is true “mana” rooted in this place and it’s people. More so than I have found in any place I’ve ever been. Parts of me and my father stayed and I can’t wait to come back and sit with him there again.