A long steep path not straight but curving and soft, all moss and long grass under my feet Wind On the right a large white lighthouse The sun setting, reds, orange, and yellows stretched through clouds Misty mountains from an island in the distance Sounds of the waves meeting the rock outcroppings and the deep echoes as it moves behind 
They still use the traditional boats, called currachs, which are made of tar-covered canvas stretched over wooden frames. Currachs are as old as memory. 
In Ireland there are three types of places to stay if you are a tourist A Bed and Breakfast A pub (don't think bar, think an Irish Olive Garden with rooms upstairs) A hostel I wanted a little bit of all three, so the first place we stayed was called Crotty's. Elizabeth and Miko Crotty established this pub. "By the time of her death Elizabeth had become recognized as one of Irelands foremost exponents of the concertina" (from the brochure) there were hints of the muscial past on the walls downstairs. Our room had its own fireplace and was filled with original antiques. We arrived late and the pub was very loud, completely packed with locals watching a rugby game. I snuck outside to take the photo of our pub in the rain 
A small eating area down in the pub 
Elizabeth would put all the receipts on a long peg, and it accumulated over time so now they look like bee hives 
The sitting room that was adjacent to our bedroom 
One of the many bedrooms. When I asked if I could take pictures of the downstairs pub, the hostess gave me free rein of the entire building 
I stood in one of the bedrooms looking out the window for a while taking in this view below. We ate fish and chips at a little shop to the left of the yellow building. We were there in Ireland during the off season so many times it was just us with locals. 
Our breakfast at the pub. This is a very traditional breakfast, bacon, eggs, sausage, ham, tomatoes and black pudding (blood pudding), I took one bite and then gave the black pudding to Steve. I took a picture for my friend Dawn of the tea because she is always talking about having a "Cuppa" 
When I was growing up, my Mom wanted us to have verses throughout the house, so she would write out a verse on paper and decorate it in her way, the first one she ever hung up was this verse, she made a floral fabric frame and then a rim of lace that she hand stitched. It hung on the wall behind the couch in the living room. It is the first verse I memorized. Steve laughs that I took this picture for her because it was in a pub. 
Abandoned boat on a field 
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