A giant, laminated map of the world hangs above my bed, reminding me of all of the places I want to go: South Africa, Botswana (almost anywhere in Africa, really), China, Greece, Romania, and about 1,000 other places. And yet, out of all the grand options available, something about Ireland always calls out to me. Even after three trips. A friend once told me to beware of Ireland, “It will haunt you.” How right she was. I still need to see the Skelligs up close and personal…and there are the Dark Hedges in Northern Ireland I really want to photograph…I don’t think I’ll ever tire of that place.
2 thoughts on “Haunted by Ireland”
Ireland has that effect on people.
It certainly does…:) Thanks for stopping by, Kerry!