The one and only time I was in Mayo was with school. Five days in September at Delphi adventure centre, a hundred or so girls and eight teachers (also other people from other places, bringing the total up to about 150 or so), and three toilets.
I fell in love with the scenery. Sleeping eight or more to a room in really horrible bunks, I'd wake up when it was still dark, 0530 or so, to clean my teeth and use the bathrooms. The air would be icy, so cold you could see your breath, and the stars were still really clear in the sky. When it started to get light, the mist would cling around the mountains our window faced; and swirls of cloud would rise off a background of damp, lush green. It looked like a volcano with steam rising from its vents, but it was only a hill.
And the rocks, and the bay, and the hills and the lake - it's actually one of the places in this country where I dream about living (thanks to the possibilty of internet book buying).
I always found the midlands sort of boring, scenery-wise. Comes of living on a hill by the sea for the better part of a dozen years, I suppose. I guess I think landscape should have ups and downs to it, not be all sort of flat and boggy :-).
Yes, I think I do have a rant very much like that one. Also another one about the increase in persons of wealth who are deficient in manners in perfectly good areas... But that one sounds rather like my grandmother on a bad day, so I keep it on a very tight leash :-).
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Date: 2006-01-11 04:30 pm (UTC)I fell in love with the scenery. Sleeping eight or more to a room in really horrible bunks, I'd wake up when it was still dark, 0530 or so, to clean my teeth and use the bathrooms. The air would be icy, so cold you could see your breath, and the stars were still really clear in the sky. When it started to get light, the mist would cling around the mountains our window faced; and swirls of cloud would rise off a background of damp, lush green. It looked like a volcano with steam rising from its vents, but it was only a hill.
And the rocks, and the bay, and the hills and the lake - it's actually one of the places in this country where I dream about living (thanks to the possibilty of internet book buying).
I always found the midlands sort of boring, scenery-wise. Comes of living on a hill by the sea for the better part of a dozen years, I suppose. I guess I think landscape should have ups and downs to it, not be all sort of flat and boggy :-).
Yes, I think I do have a rant very much like that one. Also another one about the increase in persons of wealth who are deficient in manners in perfectly good areas... But that one sounds rather like my grandmother on a bad day, so I keep it on a very tight leash :-).