Lost In Nature: Ireland
When we think of Ireland, we don’t think of Guinness. Nor Irish pubs. Not even Dublin. We think of landscapes. We think of rain. Drizzle. Fog. Wind. Cloudburst. We think of green and blue. Sheep and razorbill. Ruins on the hilltop.
We visited Ireland for the first time this May. We spent two weeks road tripping the Wild Atlantic Way, exploring Irish castles, national parks and rural towns. In this photo essay we share with you why we fell for Ireland.
Ireland means green to us. Lush green.
It also means grazing sheep. Everywhere.
Wild landscapes from Jane Austen books.
The blue ocean.
Astonishing coastal views.
Vibrant wildflowers covering the meadows.
Ever-changing clouds in the blue sky, reflecting in calm lakes.
Landscapes that look a bit like on the Moon.
Turquoise bays. Sea pinks blooming on the coastal cliffs.
Ancient ruins in harmony with nature.
Well, and there are those times when it doesn’t really matter what surrounds you, because you can barely see anything. 😛 (In this case, it’s the cliffs of Moher that we couldn’t see.)
Have you ever been to Ireland? What did you like there the most?
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