Saying goodbye to family, we navigated our way to Donegal Town in County Donegal, Ireland. I’ll admit I did remind John to stay on the left side of the road a few times, even though he was doing a fine job following the rules of the road.
As navigator I was probably more turned around than he was. At one point (okay more like two or three points) I told him to turn left when it was supposed to be right, and we ended up taking a new route.
But I can tell you, that is not a bad thing in Ireland. Honestly, anywhere and everywhere you look you will find some treasure to see.
As we turned the corner to the left and then wound our way to the right, I was sure I spotted a castle off to the side. John and I travel so well together and both love adventure, stopping and changing things up.
So he turned the car around and we went in search of the castle.
I thought it was the Keash Castle, since just minutes before we had stumbled upon the Keash Caves. But we discovered the name was Ballymote Castle built around 1300. This place was massive!
After a lot more twists and turns, narrow roads, and green green fields, we finally arrived in Donegal. And of course, the first thing that greets us is….you guessed it, a castle.
We found a hotel right in the center of town and the receptionist hooked us up with a beautiful room overlooking the bay. After a quick pint and bowl of seafood chowder, we were ready to call it a day.
It was so nice to spend a little time early the next morning enjoying the view from our room, with a pot of tea and a little time to write. But just a little time.
We had plans to see Sliabh Liag, or Sleave League in English. It’s along the Atlantic and among the highest cliffs in all of Europe. Sliabh Liag is a mountain that has an elevation of almost 2,000 feet. But the ocean has carved away the southern face of it.
After parking the car, we hiked the mile or so to the top and the views were breathtaking. Lots of photos later, we found even more steps higher up the mountain.
When we got back to our car, we wound our way down the other side of the mountain in search of Conwal and Convoy to see if we could locate any Sayers’ graves.
Although the trip was beautiful, we found no gravestones with the name Sayers and decided to head back to Donegal.
Dinner that night at the Olde Castle Pub replenished us and was the perfect cap of the day.
As I stared out the window the next morning, I could see an Abby ruin in the near distance. Looks like we have some more exploring to do…