Woke to a very chilly morning in the Wicklow Mountains, grabbed a few shots, took my boys to see the horses then we headed to Glendalough. Ah, the ruins, the old church among the cemetery. A cemetery with moss covered head stones aside a deeply rooted, centuries old forest full of moss covered tree trunks and ferns.
What a completely magical place. The forest seemed like a fairy-tale. My boys ran along the path, climbed moss covered rocks and watched the ducks all on the way to reaching Glendalough Lake. Sunny skies warmed us when out of no where a dark cloud hovered over, creating a five minute downpour. By the time we finished our walk, somehow our clothes dried much quicker then expected. Under sunny skies again. just in time to grab the best chocolate dipped ice cream cone we had in ages.
We then drove down some way too tiny winding roads, me now driving on the left but trying to hug the center line to my right to avoid running off the road or hitting the curb. It was a challenge. The entire time.
Suddenly we approach more ruins. Clouds rolled in as did a beautiful fog. I get out and photographed the beautiful ruins as purple Heather flowers bloomed off in the distant field. The rain came down again, filling the field with a beautiful misty feel, as suddenly a beautiful rainbow appeared above a rolling field of more bright purple Heather flowers. No, I am not making this up. It was all real, although it sure feels like a fairy-tale.
We drive off to our next destination, the Rock of Dunamase, looking for camp for the night. There was no campsite to be found, so we stayed for free outside a little pup (the owner offered) and was able to take a nice shower for a dime.
Until next time...
