Over the hills and far away
February 15th was what the locals call a "soft" day. Grey, with rain that isn't heavy enough to be called rain, but JUST heavy enough to thoroughly soak you.
Elizabeth and I locked up an hour early (shhhhh), carefully packed a few glass pieces into my little car, and set out on an adventure.
It had been years since I last visited Mám Éan. All I remembered was that the drive was particularly scenic.
Mám Éan (often anglicised as Maumeen, Mamean, etc.) is a little pilgrimage spot at a pass through the Maumturk mountains of east Connemara, roughly between Oughterard and Leenane. A visit reveals a tiny chapel, mass altar and the Stations of the Cross scattered roughly around the rocky, boggy site.
While we failed to locate the church before dark, we did find spectacular scenery, sheep, little streams, and friendly locals.
We approached Mám Éan from the N59, a little past Recess. A few minutes onto this road we found a beautiful little stream, with the mountains in the background. It looked like a good spot for a few photos, so we grabbed the glass bowls, our cameras, and hiked across the boggy ground to the stream's edge.
Balancing a 40cm glass bowl in a stream is harder than you'd think! The first attempt resulted in the bowl floating downstream, and me frantically trying to grab it before it disappeared completely. With the bowl successfully recovered,we took a few more photos, then continued further along the road.
We took a second driving break while stuck in a traffic jam of sorts.
The little building on the left looked like a good background for our Bogwood Collection bowl.
On the way home we saw a collie, happily chasing a postvan down the road. I guess he felt he was defending his flock.
Back home, we dried off, had a nice hot chocolate, and reflected on a lovely day.
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