County Clare

I got off the train and half an hour later I got on a bus for a day trip around country Clare.
The Burren or “the great rock” – a landascape made of limestone, a witness of the ice age. We drove through it for most of the day. Hills and land covered in limestone. Grey all over. Mother nature worked on it for thousands of years, a unique and fragile landscape where only goats (and tourists on restricted areas) are admitted.
A bare view, so simple and so enchanting.
We drove by the coast of the Galway bay, having a first taste of Irish cliffs. Around us, nothing but nature. The road was just a line, challenged by the shape of the coast.
We hardly met another car on our way to the cliffs. You could spot a house of the side of the hill but no real urban areas. A village made of few houses was all you could find there. And goats and sheep, of course. They seemed to be the real and only owner of the land. Their guardians weren’t shepherds, but ancient towers and castles, still standing at strategic points after centuries of battles and wars.