A wild dance of bright sunshine and quick showers marks the 3rd day of my travels which take me to ancient places like the Céide Fields and the mythical grave of Queen Maeve ontop Knocknarea, past W.B.Yeats' grave below Benbulbin and eventually to the very well maintained and secluded hostel "Benwiskin Centre".
Next morning offers the last wee bit of sunshine for a long while to come, but Donegal - so well spoken of by many I've met - is beautiful nonetheless: a windblasted diverse coastline with towering cliffs, weather-beaten rocks and heather, and in more sheltered domains the so very Irish green fields... The Sliabh Liag Walk is definitely worth the struggle in the "mizzle", a miserable mixture of half rain, half drizzle. But Malin Beg doesn't get more than a quick look and a quick photograph, what with its atlantic winds literally rain-blasting my face. Tonight I spent in a quiet hostel in Glenties, well away from cliffs and storms alike, where I make the nice acquaintance of a family from Derry...