I spent last Friday on the smallest of the Aran Islands, Inisheer, also known as Inis Oírr in Irish or Inis Oirthir or Inis Thiar, depending on the website you use. Many names for a very small place.
Looking back, I wonder how a lump of limestone at the edge of the Atlantic can be such a magical place, but it is. I spent most of the day walking country roads edged by stone walls. Like the rest of Ireland, there's a surprise around every corner - a boy leading a horse, a wall of wildflowers, a view of a lighthouse or a shipwreck or an ancient fort. ...continue reading "A Day on Inisheer"