Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Going home

Inishmaan, Aran Islands

If I don't come back, here's where you're likely to find me.

Image by Mike Simms, shared under CC license; image found here.


Kate said...

Please remember to come home, doyle.

William Butler Yeats

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

lucychili said...

take some acorns
it looks like they could do with some more vertical greenery =)
(i suppose you can't re quarantine)
happy trails

Dr. Wannabeamom said...

Dingle town and the Dingle pennisula are nice places to explore if you haven't been to them already. I do love Doolin too!! Saw some great music sessions at the Gus O'Connor pub in Doolin. One guy played the spoons perfectly, and a one-legged sailor got up to sing. I miss the music and the way Guinness tastes there!

doyle said...

To all,

We walked from Doolin up along the cliffs to the more formal visitor center. We trekked through pastures of cows and goats, crawled under barbed wire and electric fences, and avoided the bulls. We also manage not to slip off the cliffs.

Dear Kate,

I brought Yeats along with me, and glad I did--he made sense before, he makes more sense now. That may be age more than geography, but not sure the two are separable.

Dear lucychili,

We found a few trees, even on Aran. Hard to grow an oak tree on rock, though.

Dear Wannabeamom,

Dingle was wonderful, and the ring of Dingle better yet. Wild country.

Gus O'Connor's was fun, but we got lucky in Dublin. We stumbled upon Betty McKenna, and Anthony Kearns (among others) joined the fun at The Celt (on the northside).

A magical trip, a wonderful land. I miss it already.