The mist, winds and choppy waves of this lake cured my hangover.
The dark brown waters and creamy sand of this lake reminded me of how I got the hangover in the first place.
This lake is at Glendalough, the site of the ruins of a monastery founded by St Kevin, a prince who took to monastic life in the 6th century.
I wonder if any princes ever retreated from the temptations of the world to mullock heaps or ditches or any other places that were not heartbreakingly beautiful.
On the bus tour our driver got lost, thanks to a road closure. Irish detour signs say “DIVERSION”, not “DETOUR”, and it was in fact a diverting diversion. We also got to pick mushrooms in an alarmingly dark forest.