A few impressions from Lismore:
Castle Coeffin |
Once again I realized how much I enjoy a day walking along a British coast. It's got that raw beauty, the smell of salt, the green fields, the views. A nice change from dragging myself up rugged mountains.
Traversed the island and walked back to the ferry along the South-East coast passing a Broch, which is an old round tower which supposedly belonged to a chieftain about 2000 years ago.
Me and two others walked ahead on the tarmac road to the ferry landing and really had to push it to actually catch it at 4:15 and let the operators know that the others are not far behind us. They had no room for all of us anyway to took a few local people over and then came back for us. By then all of our group had arrived.
Had a pint at the restaurant on the other side and I would've loved to taste one of their famous fish dishes. But there was dinner waiting for us back at our house.
Packed most of my stuff before another great three-course-meal. I've never eaten so much salmon in my life and was full to bursting afterwards, hahaha.
I was too tired to sit long with the others - shame on the last day. Packed the rest and went to bed rather early.
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