Blowing a gale

Wild wild weather - gale force winds and intermittent downpours. We drove over to the north side to look at the sea. The north side is more remote, wilder and faces out into the Atlantic. To get there you have to go over the mountain then onto the Goat's path. As the name suggests, the road is tiny, pot-holed and precarious but the views are sublime. The wind was so strong that when we got out Himself had to hold onto me and ground me as I tried to take photos, battling with spray, salt, and general mayhem. Needless to say all pix were rather blurry and didn't convey the sheer wildness of it all. This one was taken a little earlier in the day on the south side, when I could still stand up!

We also went down to the strand where JG Farrell the writer was swept to his death by a freak wave, He had been fishing off a small quay and was just knocked off his feet. The waves were humungous and then it began to hail so we watched from the safety of the car.