In Ireland, any public holiday that comes in the middle of the week is given on the Monday of the consecutive weekend. That weekend, is then called the long weekend or the Bank holiday weekend.
Mostly, people plan ahead and book trips for the bank holiday weekend two to three months in advance, specially when it is the last bank holiday of Summer. We (me and hubby), on the other hand, woke up on the Saturday morning, argued for a good 1.5 hours to take a trip or to stay at home for the next 3 days. As you must have guessed by now, that taking-the-trip bit was my idea and staying at home, watching movies and sleeping was hubby’s. We both are two extreme ends when it comes to travelling and vacationing.
Finally, after all the hoo-ha and lots of debate and argument, we decided to go to Letterkenny – a city in County Donegal, North-west of Ireland. We were to join our friends there, who were already taking the road trip from South to North of Ireland.
It was a beautiful sunny morning, when we left Drogheda. It took us about 2.5 hours to get to Letterkenny through the Northern Ireland. It is amazing to see how one road would belong to Ireland and the very next would belong to Northern Ireland. There are no boundaries as such, but the currency and the metric system changes indicating that you have entered in the territory of Northern Ireland. The speed limit signs on the road changes from kilometer to miles and the currency changes from Euro (€) to Pounds (£) at the petrol stations.
After re-fueling ourselves with some snacks at my all-time favorite McDonalds, we decided to drive to the Malin Head. My inspiration to travel to Malin Head came from the blog I read a long time back on the 10 Best Scenic Views on Wild Atlantic Way.
On our way to Malin we stopped at Manorcunningham View. Very scenic and perfect for some stunning, memorable clicks!! There were a few nicely maintained benches to bring your food here and enjoy with the scenery, however it was very windy… just a little warning!
If you plan to explore the Wild Atlantic Way – the longest coastal drive in the world, you start with Mizen Head in County Cork (the most southerly point) and travel up to Malin Head (the most northerly point of Ireland) or vice versa.
Drive to Malin… road getting narrower and narrower until impossible to drive!… so you park your car somewhere and just walk 🙂
So beautiful and serene up there!!
Me, taking a lot of pics!
2. Glenevin Waterfall:
As we were heading back from Malin Head, we decided to stop at a waterfall that was nearby. Glenevin Waterfall – about 2km from the village of Clonmany, is a 40 feet tall cascade of fresh mountain water. As we enter the Glen House, there was a beautiful garden, cafe and craft shop to our right. Hubby offered prayers in the garden while we munched over some peanuts and biscuits. The walkway (approx. 1 km long) from the gardens, along the curvy stream took us to the waterfall at the end. The basin of the waterfall, is called ‘Pohl-an-eas’ meaning ‘ferment pool’, is named after the foam gathering at the surface of the basin.
The walkway was quite leveled, a pushchair can be taken all the way up the waterfall
Meandering stream all along the walkway…
After a long, tiring day, we realized that we don’t have an accommodation for the night. But, c’mon, what are all these B&B and hotels for. We looked for hotels and holiday- homes on Booking.com, Trivago etc. etc., but due to the bank holiday weekend nothing was available. For a second, we thought, we might have to go back to Drogheda for the night. But, luckily, on our way back to Letterkenny, one of the hotels had a cancellation and had 2 rooms available. So, the first day of a sporadic trip to Co. Donegal came to an end with a very comfy stay in one of the best hotels in town.
I’ll finish this blog with a poem:
Ode to Glenevin Waterfall
McLaughlin, a local poet.
“Thus the sun’s parting beams on the hills are delaying.
The vale’s overshadowed where daily I roam;
But one lingering ray’s on the waterfall playing,
Over deep Polh-an-eas with its bosom of foam.
As I stand in that glen so romantlo and lonely,
where the wild clover screams from its heath-bower of green.,
Nought now is heard save the cataract only,
And its echoes, that roll down the mountain ravine.
Polh~an~eas! how long, since a lover of nature,
With thrilling sensation of pleasure and awe,
First gazed on thy face; where each time-worn feature
Bears impress of Him who gave nature its law?
And ages shall roll as the spray that rolls o’er thee,
Unheeded, unfelt as the sigh of the gale;
When the heart that now pours its effusion before thee
Shall be laid in the dust a mere cloud of the vale.”