It was time for a down day.
My husband and I took off for nearby Clifden, in Connemara. On a sleepy Sunday afternoon, we managed to find marvelous carrot raisin cake and coffee before heading home along the famous Sky Road Loop.
On the way we saw a sign for Clifden Castle. Built in 1818 by John D’Arcy, the founder of Clifden, the Gothic Revival structure began a descent after D’Arcy’s death in 1839 and The Great Famine, which struck in 1845. Despite its purchase by the Eyre brothers (of Bath and London), it ultimately fell into disrepair and has been uninhabited since 1894.
We parked our car and began walking in the direction of the ruin. And walking. And walking. I finally turned back.
Keith persevered and got some nice photos.
Back at our house at Renvyle, we turned in early. Our down day was over, and we had a big one ahead of us. The whole family was going back to explore Galway, the harbor city that sits where the River Corrib meets the Atlantic. We’d only had a brush with it on our way to Renvyle, during our early dinner at Tigh Fox in 18th century Eyre Square. Tomorrow we were going to truly taste it.