We both work irregular hours but a benefit of this is being able to spend time together when others are working. It’s lovely to grab a takeout coffee with my favourite person and drive to our favourite places. A few months ago, we drove past Louisburgh and down towards the Lost Valley. This is one of the most beautiful parts of Mayo.
Farming – the only industry down here. Mostly sheep but a few cattle too – they fit neatly into the landscape as they have done for hundreds of years. With current environmental, societal and political changes, it will be interesting to see if they still exist in another generation.
It was cold, it was showery and it was sunny – a typical December morning in the west. There’s nothing like the ocean to blow out the mental dross that accumulates throughout our everyday routine.
Looking out over the Lost Valley, we see Silver Strand. In the distance, across the Atlantic is Connemara. Except for the sheep. you will mostly have all of this to yourself.
A pet hate of many photographers are the endless network of electricity cables that criss-cross the countryside. Obviously, they are essential to bring power to these remote places but I just wish they could be run underground. It would make the landscape so much more beautiful and natural – something that would be beneficial for locals and tourists alike.
Over this small hill, we look to the west and out over the Atlantic Ocean. The next land beyond is North America. Although I’ve been down here so many times, I still anticipate the sight ever time I visit. Many of my workshops end up down here.
“Leave nothing but your footprints”
A currach rests at the waters edge. It has lain here for quite a while now and I haven’t ever seen anyone take it out. This type of boat is built with a wooden frame, over which animal skins were stretched. Nowadays, canvas is more usual. It is unique to the west coasts of Ireland.
And so we arrive at the coast. There was nothing else to do but stand, stare and soak it up. Food for the head, heart and soul.
