As we were
landing on Inis Méain, an islander was launching his curragh into the turquoise
waters.
We split up on the island. Stas and Ariadne set out
for the beach and the knitwear joint, but the latter was a total disappointment
and they got lost and never reached the beach. I led Trevor and Larissa
on an energetic tramp around the uplands, all crisscrossed with unmortared
stone walls.
We also were lost, but we eventually found Synge's Cottage
(where he wrote Riders to the Sea) and the great ring-fort
of Dun Conor.
We rejoined the others at a pub, where I indulged in
a couple of pints of Guinness, since I would not be behind the wheel again
for hours. The children got themselves ice-cream treats from a shop
across the way. They also enjoyed all the wonderfully friendly dogs,
and the sight of jellyfishes as we awaited the return ferry at the jetty.