Very quiet night on our
own and a nice morning, dry and bright with not a breath of wind.
After breakfast swept the sand out of the van ('cos there was a sign
saying you mustn't take beach material away......) but needn't have
bothered, just piles more at lunchtime!
Rejoined the Wild
Atlantic Way with a plan of simply to follow it and stop off wherever
took our fancy. Called in to a harbour with a ridiculously long name,
Magheraroarty, where there was a service point to empty the tanks. As
we left noticed a seal on the beach. The route faithfully follows the
coast which results in some narrow twisty lanes and interesting
encounters; lots of hire cars with folk obviously “doing” the WAW
and also a big truck which took up the whole width of the road as we
came round a corner! Also, shortly after commenting we hadn't seen
any others, we came across what looked like a group of French
motorhomes travelling almost together; probably a guided tour.
But the route also
means we got to see some stunning scenery, a few samples of which
we've added here. Apart from the obvious villages we noticed several
places where there were lots of dwellings spread out over quite a
large area, all in pristine condition, some obviously newly built but
also many having been totally refurbished. Unkempt or abandoned
buildings were very few and far between.
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| Naran |
We stopped at Naran,
another fine beach village, for lunch and Jamie got his half an hour
of running about. We (well, Bren) chatted to three generations, all
ladies, of a family from Oregon in the USA who were looking up their
ancestors. They had been over here for three weeks and still couldn't
get over the time it took to get from one place to another – yes we
know what you mean; in a direct line we're only covering 20 miles a
day yet the mileage is five times that!
After lunch, more of
the same with a bit of cross country through a range of hills for a
change, listening to the van being shaken apart on some diabolical
roads, some of them looking as if they've only just been resurfaced
too! We ended our travels for the day at another view point carpark,
overlooking the beautiful beach at Malin Beg, where we were joined by
several other campers of various description (the Frenchman and his
lady next to us just seem to have a mattress in the back of a little
Citroen van).
The beach is down 165
steep steps; Bren said no way but Jamie wanted his romp so Terry took
him down anyway and then the little darling wouldn't come back when
called, much preferring to take off down to one end then the other of
the beach. Then he proceeded to pull his way all the way back up the
165 steps.
Our “pitch” allows
us to see right across Donegal Bay to Co. Sligo and Co. Mayo with
excellent views also to the west where we've come from. So with the
day having been glorious we watched a superb sunset whilst having a
late tea – hope you like it too!
Or maybe, a few minutes later
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