Cliffs of Moher

When we arrived at the Cliffs of Moher, things were looking bad. The fog was so thick we only had a few meters of visibility. Gerard, now much less optimistic, still thought we might get lucky and proposed we cancel the lunch stop, have something to eat at the visitor center instead and stay an extra hour to increase our chances of the day clearing up.

Everyone agreed to the idea, got off the bus and we found our way to the visitor center to have an early lunch before venturing out to the cliffs themselves.

The grass abruptly ended in a white wall of fog so thick you could've almost cut it with a knife. It is easy to imagine how someone could just walk straight off the edge to their deaths 140-200m further down on such a day if it wasn't for the barrier that kept people back.

In the distance, we could barely make out the shape of O'Brien's tower near the midpoint of the cliffs, so we directed our steps there, photographing the little we could see.Читать далее