This is the second post in a series documenting our photography trip to Ireland in 2014
We started our journey in the Burren, a fantasy realm of rolling, grassy and rocky hills and valleys carved out by a glacier eons ago. When the glacier receded, it left behind wildflower seeds that had been caught in the ice. These prehistoric wildflowers can only be found here. The open and treeless scenery makes for massive vistas of gold and grey. The land is sparsely populated, but low rock walls line the countryside to pen in grazing sheep, horses and cattle. Just driving through the narrow back roads was extremely rewarding, although it was also our trial-by-fire initiation into the dangers of Ireland country driving. There are many attractions pointed out by the Tourist Information Center, but the ones I will mention as must-sees are Black Head and the Cliffs of Moher.
Black Head is a rocky coastline on the tip of the peninsula. The area is a winding coastal road through tiny fishing villages, under barren, hard mountains and overlooking a wide, cold sea. The entire place feels incredibly isolated, as if it were located in the far Arctic North. We stopped and happily picked our way through the rocky shores for hours, taking in the incredible views. Beware; tour buses take this route also, and in most places the road is too narrow for them to pass one another. It can make for quite a roadblock, as we saw.
I should also mention the Arran Islands (pronounced by the locals like “the Iron Islands” from Game of Thrones) as another popular place. We didn’t have the time to take the ferry and go there, so I can’t personally speak to whether it is worth it.