Belmullet baby!

You haven't lived until you've been to Belmullet they say. Who says? Well, Belmullet people mainly. But it is quite nice there. Cath and I made the trip up to see my fam one last time before we headeded back home.

Belmullet is up north, quite far from Cork, but the scenery is stunning, like only the west of Ireland can be.

Along the way we needed a rest spot for a few samies and a driver change. Came across this random beautiful spot. That's what I love about going off the beaten track, coming across places that you wouldn't normally see.



Belmullet is in the Gaeltacht. Bless me? No I didn't sneeze - the gaeltacht is basically an area of ireland where Gaelic (or Irish as they say) is still spoken and used as the main language (suposedly). So it can make knowing where to go next a bit tricky when you're driving...

After about a six hour drive, we slept well that night - mmm - comfy bed.

Behind the house where my fam lives, is the bay. We got up early
the next morning and went for a bit of a walk.





Meet the fam...
This is Sean, Maura and Buddy.



Sean took us for a drive around. Stunning. Was so cool having our own tour guide, telling us about things that happened during the war, what the locals think of the pipelines being built, etc.

Sean and Cath at a stone circle and right, pointing out America to me. Okay not really, but I can't remember now what we were talking about then.

It was short and sweet and after the roast that Maura made for us, we didn't ever want to leave. But we had to, and we began the long drive home, passing a snow-capped peak as we did. It wasn't Croagh Patrick, I know that much.

And we had to fill up of course. In Ireland they don't have slaves to do it for them dontchaknow?! So you actually have to get out of the car yourself. Honestly! So third-world.

A bit chilly!