I am really going to miss the Dingle peninsula and particularly the area where we’ve been staying. It truly feels like home. I could see staying here for an extended time, were it possible. Of course I would like all my friends to be here with us . . . ah, well. We can all dream.
As Paul, told you, we aren’t sure what kind of internet access we’ll have for the next two weeks, so this may be the last post for awhile.
In the meantime I’ve finished a new painting, this one a view of the Skellig Islands on the horizon, seen from the cliffs of Moher. I wanted to visit there but it didn’t work out. Among other things, everyone here warned us about how dangerous it is. They give you only 2 ½ hours on the island and the path to get up to it is a steep vertical up 800 ft of steep steps, cut into the cliff, with no secure guard rails. Last year two women visitors fell to their death on those steps. And it’s been unusually windy while we’ve been here, so the trip didn’t happen.
So here is a painting to express some of my longing to have gone there.
(Original image replaced)