Wild Fuschias along the Wild Atlantic

It was  raining. It was grey. I took an unposted lane off the R576 headed in the general direction of Sheepshead Peninsula. I follow my instincts at these times. 

Suddenly the rain stopped. Then I came upon this gorgeous spot of color. All along the lane. 


The biggest bee I have ever seen appeared and buzzed me gently, then flew off into the mist. 

Oh, Ireland. I am falling in love with you. 

One thought on “Wild Fuschias along the Wild Atlantic”

  1. You’ve always been in love with Ireland, in your mind.
    Now, wonderfully, you are discovering Ireland “in the flesh”.

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