The heat in Ireland in July drove me out of Coleraine into Donegal, Mayo and Galway. There is so much natural beauty; particularly in County Mayo! The cultural heritage is fascinating too.
I swam a lot. Sometimes alone. Sometimes others joined in. I’m grateful for the new friends I made. Swimming along The Wild Atlantic Way, in the open sea has become an invigorating pilgrimage in honour of a woman who had an incredible beauty of spirit, my mum.
Margaret Helen Dean.
Since my mum died last April, on Easter Sunday, open sea swimming has given me a place to put the pain. I am giving it back to Ireland, naturally. As Rilke says; “to the heaviness of the oceans from which ultimately comes the saltwater which makes up our tears. Our tears connect us still to the oceans that spawned us.”
One fabulous day, in an unspoiled area of special importance, in Mayo, my car got stuck in the sand. I was on a beach classified as the third finest beach in Europe, so I wasn’t that worried. The beach was so expansive I had to drive to get to the water’s edge. Okay, I disobeyed the don’t drive beyond this point rules. Maybe I have lived in America too long. I was told I’d have to find a farmer with a tractor to pull me out of the sand. Off I went. I found a farmer on a roof who graciously agreed to tractor pull me out of the sand. I’ve always wanted a ride in a red tractor.
Here’s a few sea-scapes I was compelled to swim in. Stunning Joe (1st picture) and I had a great day swimming in the lovely harbor and another beach at An Spideal in Galway !