A week ago today my husband and I flew into 'SUMMER' in Ireland. Thank goodness we had been checking the weather reports before our departure as the 9C, rain and wind on landing was not a friendly welcome.
We had left behind our 'winter' of 10C min and anything from 20 - 27 C max with, mostly crystal clear, blue skies behind.
A typical winter's day view, as just posted by my hiking friends.
Fortunately we were here to visit Frank's relatives in Galway.
Today, a week after our arrival, we did wake to clear blue skies, but a temperature of 9C. By midday the sky was heavy with more scattered showers. The thermometer rose to 17C and then rapidly fell. This had been the pattern for the week, with an averge high of 14C. This phenomena has me fascinated. I just couldn't live with grey skies for so much of the year, but I guess you learn to cope with how it is.
Aside from the contrariness of the weather, our visit has been fabulous. We are now back in Dublin and fly to Prince Edward Island, my darling grandson, his Dad and Mum tomorrow.
The camera is overloaded with the beauty of the Irish countryside. Its green fields, grazing cattle and sheep, rock walls, high hedgerows, narrow lanes, freshly mown hay, peat bogs, birds chirping, roses and the feast of colour from the widflowers beside the road and in the meadows constantly filled me with joy and wonderment.
Steel yourself for a photo or two!
Our cottage and surrounding views.
Connemara in the background.
Can you spot the footholds for climbing over the wall?
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