So yesterday me and my friends decided to take a bike ride around Loch Leane in Killarney National Park, it's a loop right around the lake and offers amazing views of the park. Here are a few pictures I took along the way.
I took a trip to garnish island today with my friends. It's a beautiful island in West Cork a place called Glengarriff. It has its own micro climate and really is a beautiful island. You get across to the island from Glengariff via a water bus which costs €14 return and you pay €5 euro entry to the island. It has gardens a mini jungle and a very small temple.
The scenery is beautiful and there are many great vantage points of Glengariff bay.
You can also see seals sun bathing on the boat ride over.
Here are a few pictures I took.
I had a few photos of churches in my photo album and I just had a bit of a play around with them in my editor. Still getting the hang of it but what do you think?
Here we have some pictures from the well known tourist route known as Moll's Gap. These pictures were taken along the way to Moll's Gap.
The first is Ladies View. It's an absolutely stunning viewing point and the picture really does it no justice. There is a cafe and souvenir shop just opposite. This is a stop off point for all the tourist busses that travel down this road.
This next picture was taken a bit further up the road and offers a different angle to the view that Ladies View offers.
A sign with the area mapped out.
This is further up the road towards Moll's Gap again where a nice serene lake sits.
The Kilmichael Ambush was an ambush that took place on the 28th of November 1920 close to the village of Kilmicheal, County Cork and was carried out by the IRA (Irish Republican Army) during the war of independence.
36 local volunteers commanded by Tom Barry killed 17 members of the RIC (Royal Constabulary's Auxiliary Division).
The Kilmichael ambush was politically as well as military significant. It occurred one week after Bloody Sunday, marking a profound escalation in the IRA campaign.
In this article I will take you on a tour of that ambush site from the command post to the 3 sections where the volunteers lay in wait on that cold evening in November.
This is Muckross house and Gardens situated in the heart of Killarney National Park in County Kerry.
It's a big tourist destination and in fact when I went last Sunday it was already packed with tourists.
There is so much to see here it's hard to fit it all in but this is just the house and gardens. A lot of pictures.
Hope you enjoy!
While looking for photo editors on Google apps I came across SnapSeed made by Google.
It had a great rating so downloaded it and I must say I'm very impressed.
It's a brilliant app for editing pictures on your phone almost bordering on photoshop quality!
I just thought I'd let all the budding photographers know as it's ad free and pretty easy to use while being comprehensive enough to get some great looking pictures!
Here's a few screen shots from it;
Take a journey around Ireland. Until I take more picture (the weather is getting better) here are all my pictures so far.
Connamara, County Galway, absolutely beautiful serene spot.
Carrantohill, County Kerry, Ireland highest mountain.
After a good day in a hot office, I stopped on the way home for a drink outside at Carrickfergus harbour. The tide was further out than I'd ever seen it here, leaving the boats and the old ruined harbourmaster's station at the pier's end and even the great castle itself looking beached, high and dry...
But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
And neither have I the wings to fly
I wish I had a handsome boatsman
To ferry me over my love and I...
Carrickfergus once had a claim to be Ireland's capital - or at last, Norman Ireland's capital. It was certainly Ulster's major town, long before Belfast had a role to play. Now it's a dormitory town, most of its industry long gone. Beached, in its own way, it struggles to survive as a retail centre.
If the town is known for anything, it will be for the song that bears its name - though the ballad's connection with the real place
Ireland is a mystical place that takes you away from everything you’re used to. In Ireland, you’ll find yourself surrounded by velvety pastures speckled with flocks of grazing sheep, by glacier-carved Glencar Valley and the peaks of the Macgillycuddy’s Reeks mountain range, and by the local charm and warmth of traditional Irish pubs. The island’s breathtaking coastline extends for miles and miles, and the culinary scene is more than the fresh, local food – it’s about the tradition of sharing a meal over a good story. We love Ireland for hundreds of reasons, and here are our top 5 attractions we’ll share with you on our bike tour
Built by Lady Gordon in 1913, this luxury country manor house is beautifully situated on the shores of Caragh Lake on the scenic Ring of Kerry.
Not a recent picture in fact it was last year but nothing better then a pint of the black stuff up a mountain at the highest pub in Ireland, the top of Coom!
For my 4th Ireland in pictures post we're going to the west of Ireland, Galway.
Connemara is the location, I was here a year and a half ago for a 3 day gettaway with my girlfriend and all I can say about the place is WOW!
The first picture I'm going to show you is kylemore abbey, which was and part of still is a benedictine monastery. Now part of it is open to the public and is a big tourist hotspot. A must see if your ever in the area!
My girlfriend and I stayed in Delphi mountain resort while we were there and if your looking for serenity there's no better place. Because of the location mobile phone coverage is non existent and even though they do have wifi it rarely works. On site is a 5 star restaurant and spa.
The next couple of pictures were taken maybe a mile away from the resort and we had the mo
Sometimes, thinking about walking routes or camping spots, it strikes you that places you’ve always thought of as separate are in fact linked by potential routes. These walks can be impractical verging on impossible; or they can strike like one of Homer Simpson’s long-overdue revelations: why hadn’t I thought of that before? Doh!
With work about to begin on a new contract that was likely to keep me desk bound for some time, I wanted to spend my last day of freedom on a long hike. I’ve been eyeing a trail in the Mourne mountains for a while, but the two-hour drive didn’t appeal. I wanted something near home. But I also wanted something different.
Looking at the map, it struck me that some of my favourite places were only a few kilometres from one another. And a mini-landscape I’d wanted to investigate for some time - the low snouty hill called Skerrywhirry and farmland beneath it - lay nearby. I sketched a route, packed a day-sack, and set off into a day brighter and warmer than I had any
I live near the beginning of the famous Antrim Coast, the rugged, even bleak route that runs along the north-east coast of Ireland up to the even-more-famous Giants’ Causeway. Most visitors (Game of Thrones has drawn many thousands) drive or are driven. But if you’re lucky to have fine weather, the hills above the coast make for tremendous walks.
Early on a slightly dank and chilly May morning, I’m dropped off at the edge of Ballyboley forest.
On Agnew’s Hill, I rest among tumbled stones. They could be natural - the landscape was scoured by ice in the glacial eras - but I think they’re archaeology, the remains of a stone circle of passage grave perhaps. While I sit pondering the question, a young fox slinks by me, with a quizzical tilt to his head.
Coming down off the hill, I cross a strange terrain of humped earthworks. These, I’m baffled by. Manmade? Ice-cut? Who k
Last weekend’s overnighter made me nostalgic, so I thought I’d revisit an older wild camping adventure.
This is back in October 2015, almost Hallowe’en, but July weather: hot, bright. The water sparkled as a small boat, the Island Warrior, took us on the short crossing to Rams Island, a long, low apostrophe of land lying in the largest inland water body in the British Isles, Lough Neagh. Only a few hundred yards across and barely a mile long, it once sat even lower in the water but climate change (and water extraction) has seen water levels drop in recent decades.
The island was once the summer home of the O’Neills, an important aristocratic family in these parts. Their summer house lies in ruins, burned down by vandals - possible drunken GIs from their base nearby - during WWII.
Long before, as Inis Draicrenn, it was home to a monastic settlement gathered at the base of the round tower whose stu
I came late to vegetable growing, and I'm still an amateur. I could be tidier - you can tell from the pics, probably - and I could probably squeeze more growing into my three small raised beds and other corners than I do. But still, I thought I'd bring you along with me this year...
Here we are in mid-February. Too early to plant anything, but last year's garlic has survived the winter well and promises a bumper crop.
garlic, planted last November...
As for the perennials, the early rhubarb looks well (forgive the weeds! A job for this weekend.)
And the wild garlic is coming up in the 'woodland understorey' bed (so-called because it's in deep shade a lot of the time, so I've planted it up with varieties you'd naturally find in an Irish woodland.)
Now, just to look through the seed bank - with my little helper.
This is Zeke, helping!
A few days back I published an article about a recent trip to Ireland’s Boyne valley. That account of Newgrange took us back to the dawn of the human presence on my island. But a few miles away - a delightful drive through winding lanes and crisp winter sunshine, the mist all gone by now - lie two of the most evocative monuments of a different spirituality. This second part introduces Monasterboice with its celtic christianity, and Mellifont abbey, from a time when the Roman rule had ousted the religion of Patrick’s precursors.
Once again the photographs are by @janicesmith.
Founded in the late 5th century by Saint Buite (who died around 521), Monasterboice was an important religious centre until the establishment of nearby Mellifont in 1142. After 400 years of worship, the settlement was captured by invading Vikings in 968 AD, who were then comprehensively expelled by Donal, the Irish High King of Tara.
The Monasterboice round t