Coming from Westport and we kept driving along the coast, stopping at Kildavnet Castle and Keel Beach where we were surprised by the weather. We barely made it back into the car and watched the rain, before we decided to make our way to our B&B.
As we arrived early enough, we checked in and left again to keep on driving to the most western point and have a stop at the deserted village. After dinner back at the B&B, we went out for a late-night walk and a sunset...
On the next day, with less than nice weather, we stopped shortly at the deserted village, tried to find the megalithic tombs and headed up on Slievemore mountain. The way up (fighting against the winds) was more than impressive in itself. And although I pretended to be calm and fearless (to calm my sister down), I did not always feel that courageous. The views were stunning. We made it up to the highest point and tried to enjoy the views down, but it was so extremely windy and cold that it was hard to hold the camera, hard to not freeze and get grumpy and for me hard to not walk into the wet patches and get my shoes all soaked, which of course I did. Now, it was worth the pain.
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