Category Archives: Ireland

North into County Galway

Thursday 7th September 2017

Our only disappointment visiting County Clare, was not to admire the Cliffs of Moher and take in The Burren in the north of the County. (Something to add to our future wish list). Nevertheless, it’s onwards and upwards north into County Galway.

Towing Kilometres – Today: 160 – Cumulative: 1,516

Towing the caravan does mean you have to consider the routes and roads to take, which sometimes means missing out on some sights and scenery, but them’s the breaks I guess. We set off on N67 towards Ballyvaughan, a small harbour village on the southern shore of Galway Bay. Some of the road on our approach towards Ballyvaughan was very exciting.

Twisting hairpin bends made the drive much more fun and brought back some fond memories for Ray on his many motorbike trips. From here we hugged the coastline to Kinvara and into County Galway. What a picture postcard place this was! There was a delightful hotel, The Merriman Inn and many other thatched properties.

As we left the village we past Dunguaire Castle, as 16th century Tower House.

Sometime later we made our approach to the city of Galway. (Ring roads around the major cities is always such fun). We seemed to be doing so well on N6, circumnavigating the busy parts of the city, when for some obscure reason the sat nav had other ideas. We were on an R road and heading towards Galway Cathedral on the banks of the River Corrib!

As it turned out we enjoyed the detour. We certainly wouldn’t have seen the Cathedral otherwise. After then passing some of the National University of Galway campus sites and the many students on foot, we made it back on the N road out of the city and South Galway.

Our inland route followed Lough Corrib, the largest lake in the Republic of Ireland, towards The Twelve Bens mountain range and our next stop, Connemara. The landscape had changed. It was very flat, with numerous loughs and very few villages.

Finally we arrived in Clifden, the unofficial capital of Connemara and the next stop on our tour. Our camp site was just north out of Clifden, although we nearly missed the tiny sign indicating where it was! Clifden Campsite and Caravan Park. (Formerly Shanaheever).

North Connemara

Friday 8th September 2017

We had planned a busy day, as today seemed the best bet for the weather. First on the agenda was The North Connemara Sky Road.

It is a loop famous for it’s incredible views over the islands, mountains and coastlines of Connemara. The Sky Road wasn’t far from our camp site and we decided to begin in a clockwise direction. We stopped at the viewing point and were not disappointed. The wind may have been howling, but the sun was out and the views were truly spectacular.

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Omey Island

Saturday 9th September 2017

The weather looked promising so best get out there and make the most of it! We had remembered reading about Omey Island, which was not very far from our campsite. The reason it had stuck in our minds, was that twice a day around low tide, it was possibly to walk across to the island or even drive across the sand! The last time either of us had had the opportunity to walk from the mainland to any island, was in our childhood. It was possible to walk to St Michael’s Mount in Cornwall. So bring it on! We parked up in a small car park, at Omey Strand,  and thought we would make the visit to the island on foot, as lately, we have not been able to do so much walking, owing to the inclement weather conditions.

It was still rather soft and wet underfoot,  as we made our way across the sand, but what was much more noticeable, was the wind! We had to laugh at a few brave cyclists, who were trying desperately to stay upright on their bikes, as they rode across the sand, back to the mainland at snail’s pace! On the other hand, the horses and their riders, were enjoying their freedom, galloping off at great speed.

Having made it to the island we headed clockwise along the narrow road, until it came to an end. There were a small number of other visitors but we more or less had the island to ourselves. Having reached the north west side of the island, we crossed a small beach and headed inland passing the remains of a medieval church.

The ground was very undulating and we had to avoid many rabbit holes, but finally we reached the north east side of Omey and we made our way back along the rocky, sandy shore, finally past the graveyard and back across the swathe of sand to the car. We enjoyed our picnic lunch in the car on the beach.