A Postcard from Ireland
Part of the charm of Ireland is it’s rugged beauty and unpredictability. You never quite know what you are going to get. One minute the gorgeous landscape is highlighted by the most incredible golden sunlight. The next it is grey as can be, with squalls of snow and sleet. (But would it really be Ireland without a bit of rain?)
A swell was brewing on the horizon, we had a few days free and a heads up from a local that is was going to be pumping. Within a few hours the van was packed with as many thermals and warm wetsuits as possible, ferry tickets booked and Adam, my boyfriend, and I were on the road. We drove through the night to be greeted by a crisp, stunning sunny day and a glassy head high right hand reef break. After surfing until sunset we sat by the fire, defrosting in a cosy little pub, Guinness in hand. Ireland had sucked me in easily.
Four days of exploring the beauty that Ireland’s West coast is famous for was incredible. Some of my lasting memories have to be; surfing a collection of worldclass (empty) waves, watching dolphins owning the peak at a solid Mullaghmore, the snow, the chatty locals and of course the stunning surroundings. I feel like Ive only dipped my toes in to what Ireland has to offer and I can’t wait to go back and dive on in.