Last month I had a wonderful weekend in Sligo, a part of Ireland I hadn’t spent much time in before. I stayed in Strandhill, a beach that’s well know in the surfing community, with Denise who took me on a whirlwind tour of the most beautiful areas in the county.
We walked along the beach and dunes in Strandhill, visited the grave of Yeats, watched the waterfall at Glencar and the powerful waves of Mullaghmore, gazed at Ben Bulben from the causeway to Coney Island, ate our way around Sligo’s town centre and drank tea looking across the waves in the peace of a Sunday afternoon. It was busy, but blissful, Sligo is a stunning place with so much to offer, we only managed to fit in about half of the activities we had planned.
The food was an equally excellent experience: breakfast in Shells, tea and cake in Kate’s Kitchen, gelato from Fabio’s and fresh fish from the Sligo Farmer’s Market for tea on Saturday! I was spoiled :)
One thing that struck me as I tweeted and shared photos of my trip around Sligo, is how this part of Ireland is so well loved. Everyone had suggestions of beautiful places to eat, things to see, magic to gather. And having spent even a quick weekend there I can see why, it’s one of those places that’s easy to fall in love with. Skies that change constantly from high summer bliss to stormy drama, endless places to explore and gorgeous shops to browse, breathtaking views of mountains and sea, a landscape rich with mythology that captured the hearts of many Irish artistic and literary figures, and of course the impressive shape of Ben Bulben always in the background, forever shape-shifting under different lights.
My only sorrow is that the weekend passed too quickly, but it was time well spent. I look forward to heading back there to spend more time exploring further and taking in more of those lovely Sligo skies :)