Inishman

Three days of summer was all we got as we woke up to a showery cloudy morning.
We headed off to Inishmaan at 11.15 and by the time we got there the showers had stopped.
As it was such a short distance both boats left the main alone and sailed with just the genny especially as there was a good wind.

Just over an hour later after a nice quick sail we were entering the small harbour of Caladh Mór.
I entered first, the small harbour of Caladh Mór. If this is big, I'd hate to see Caladh Beag. For those who don't know Irish, the translation is basically large or big landing place. Beag means small.

There was a bit of a swell so I had to borrow a fender board from Jim as the fenders were complaining about the concrete pier.
‘Second Chance’ rafted up to us and after lunch we went ashore to have a look around with the sun having made a reappearance and it got very warm.

It was a steep climb towards the centre of the island where most of the houses are and nearby on the summit we found another fort, smaller than Dún Aengus but this time a complete oval shape called, Dún Conor
The small church nearby has an altar made by Padraig Pearce’s father and windows by Harry Clarke. Not things you expect to find on a small isolated island.

Brian and Jim followed the signs for John Millington Synge's chair where he sat while writing 'The Playboy of the Western World' etc. Angela and I waited for their return on another chair while admiring the view towards Inishmore and the mainland.

Eventually they arrived back and we went in search of the island’s only pub, sat outside and had lovely pints, this time in proper glasses. Angela stuck to a
G & T.

We had lasagne for dinner and later tried to watch tv but the signal kept breaking down. Ireland playing away held Hungary to scoreless draw so maybe I didn't miss much. I listened to Johnny Creedon on the radio instead.

Brian had an early night while i stayed up reading before eventually retiring to my cabin with the gently constant swell rocking me to sleep.Read more