|The Atlantic Ocean at Rossnowlagh, Co. Donegal|
Rossnowlagh was special because it had a really long beach - there were always sandwiches and tea from flasks, no shops worth speaking of and it was great for building sandcastles. And as evening approached there was always the spectacle of someone getting their car stuck in the sand having parked in the wrong place - that's a mean memory really - but it happened to everyone - once!
On Easter Monday we went for a walk on Rossnowlagh Beach. The place was packed.
Rosnowlagh was where I learned to drive. In the South (of Ireland) you didn't need someone with you when you were learning to drive. So we'd head for the beach and you had miles of great sand with no people around in Winter time and nothing that could be hit. Later we'd take the dog there - let him run, while we'd practice our driving. Poor Spot was wrecked at the end of it.
|The Life Guard tower - beautifully painted up.|
It's been great catching up on all your blogs for the A to Z challenge. I must say I'm not missing it this year - it was the right decision for me to sit it out. But there's some fascinating themes. I'm loving Hilary's essays on aspects of Cornwall and Deborah's look at the various faces of the Fool archetype.
I hope you had a lovely Easter Weekend.