Wild Atlantic Way

After picking up a dark blue Renault Captur at Dublin Airport, Ally and I set off towards the West along the M4. For hours we drove through a relatively flat landscape before arriving at the dramatic coastline near Fanore Beach where we jumped into the Atlantic in our underwear as the big oceanic waves kept rolling in. Whatever we had expected of Ireland in September, it certainly was not a flawless stretch of sand under blue skies and +25 degrees.

We continued south to the Cliffs of Moher and decided on a longer hike along the coast just as the sun began to set over the ocean. High above us, a Virgin Atlantic A340 traced its path towards New York – a thin silver reminder of other journeys, past and still to come.