Toolin ’round Doolin

The little town of Doolin was one of my favorite spots in Ireland.  I’m not sure what took it to that level of favorites, but it might have been because I spent a day there on down time.  I wrote in my journal, took a long walk, got some pictures and sat in a little bake shop eating a brownie and visiting with some locals. That morning it was raining in Doolin, and it was windy. The original plan for the day was to take a boat ride to one of the Aran Islands, and get a view of the Cliffs of Moher from the bottom looking up on the way back.  It sounded fun during the planning, but today I just could not manage an open boat ride on a rainy, windy day. The others wanted to go and I sent them on their way with my blessing.  I found myself a warm comfy chair and caught up with my journal at about 11:30.  After a big stretch I was ready to explore the town to see what it had to offer in the way of pictures. The rain had stopped.

This is what greeted me as I stepped out from our bed and breakfast complex.

Next came stone walls and my donkey friend.

By the time I got into town, my phone had lost it’s charge from all the texting I did to family back home.  This, of course happened without my notice. So I went into a little bakery and spied some brownies. I began talking to the gal behind the counter and mentioned that I had been out walking and my phone was dead. She said “sit down and enjoy your brownie, I will charge it in the office, we have a cord.”  While sitting she gave me an Irish newspaper and a glass of water. That is how I spent the next half hour, phone charged to a decent level, caught up on the news of the day and I was back on the beat looking for photo opts.

They were on every corner.

I loved this little pink house with a thatched roof from a distance, and was excited to find out that it was a shop and I could actually go inside and have a look around.  It kind of looked like a doll house to me, very cute inside as well.

That evening, we enjoyed dinner and music at O’Conners famous pub.  The food was fabulous and the music, hand clapping fun.

The next day we had to leave Doolin, but not before I got a picture of this artists interpretation of a famous ancient burial ground that was hanging in the hallway of our b&b. We had seen it in our travel brochures and now wanted to see the real thing.

The Poulnabrone dolmen is a precarious set up of large stones, and offers many different photo options. It is located in the Burren National park.

For someone with a photographer’s eye, it is a work of art, standing thus for thousands of years. This was my best shot.

These are the stones that surround the site, making the eerie looking patterns on the painting.

We met a young man in town who told us he had never been out of Doolin, even though it was a favorite, I had no problem moving on.  I hope some day he will get to move on as well.

Leaving Doolin was saying goodbye to a fast made friend, only to find new places and things to see in a whole different country, Northern Ireland! Join me there next time.  I was told the boat ride was wet and rocky.  Glad I stayed behind and made a friend.


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