Another post about the Burren, from our journey on The Wild Atlantic Way, the Burren a special place, with ancient history.
This is Caherconnell Fort to do it justice, and not make it look like just a collection of drystone walls, as most of my images did, you probably need a photo from a drone (I don’t like to be around when drones are flying, but they do give a fantastic perspective).
One of the reasons it has survived over the centuries, is that is thought to be a place where the fairies hang out, and therefore a place not to messed with. So as well as happy fairies, there are now happy archeologists and a posse of student each summer, who I guess have just learned to rub along together.
sifting away, finding treasures. It was turning out to be a sunny day, and given how the summer had panned out since then (early June) I guess they are going to have got through a good deal more than two bottles of sun cream!
Good to see it part of the risk assessment, though I was more worried about the young chap wielding a strimmer, without eye or ear protection. Nooooo don’t do it.
A few miles up the road, we took a step even further back in time at Poulnabrone Dolmen which is a megalithic portal tomb.
By then the heat of the day was climbing, and we were very glad to find the soft shade of Burren Perfumery, and even more delighted by a shady spot in the garden of the tea room. Which was, unfortunately marred by a party of visitor smoking, cigarette smoke wasn’t really the scent we expected.
But the staff helpfully found us another table that wasn’t down wind of the smokers.
The perfumes they create, are inspired by, the flowers of the Burren, which deserve a post of their own, given thier special botanical status. You will be pleased to read, the local flowers are not picked for the perfumes, but sourced elsewhere.
The gardens were pretty, look at those watering cans, I have watering can envy.