You can understand why ben bulben and the country around inspired Yeats in his poetry
All of the wild foxgloves I've seen growing everywhere throughout Ireland put me in mind of a song I used to sing at school. I cannot remember the author but I still remember all the words and the melody...
Will not reveal what peals were rung
Seeing me getting out of my car to peer at the castle in the distance, a lovely man let me into his house and through into his back garden so I could stare out at the view.
Endless fields of leek!
Goodbye Ireland. I'll miss you.