Category: Donegal
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In the morning in Ardara, I had breakfast in Charlie’s West End Cafe, then Geraldine picked me up and took me to Donegal Town. She even brought me a large suitcase on wheels to give to me! It was really too big for what I needed, though, and I was still thinking about doing only…
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On Sunday morning, I had a light breakfast at the Corby Pantry and Tearoom, where I was pleased to see some nice art on the wall. I gathered my luggage and waited at the bus stop for my Uber, which had been confirmed the night before. It canceled at the pick-up time. So the answer…
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I left Glencombcille on the bus early in the morning, expecting to have breakfast in Killybegs while I waited for my connection, but I passed a smaller private bus where I heard the driver say Ardara, so I hopped on and got there in 10 minutes or so. When I got there, I gave Geraldine,…
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At the end of a long workday for her, Margaret (bless her heart in the sweetest meaning of this Southern phrase) drove me up the Wild Atlantic Way to Malin Beg, where I chose NOT to descend the 170+ steps down to that beach, and stopped along the way to let me take photos. The…
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I headed to Glen Head Bay beach across the street from the Glencolmcille Folk Village, took in the view, removed my hiking boots and slipped on my flip flops, descended the stairs, and enjoyed the cool cool waters of the tidal pools at low tide. Children and adults were crossing to the furthest sand bar…
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After breakfast at Kelly’s Corner, I shouldered my daypack, put on my sunscreen, and headed downhill to Glencolmcille Folk Village, where I met fellow tapestry weaver and new friend Margaret Rose Cunningham, who manages it. What a well done museum complex! There were reproductions of typical cottages from 1700, 1850, and 1900, as well as…
