Round Trip to Roundstone

We all slept well and celebrated our contentment with a good Irish breakfast.  Our sense of wellbeing was somewhat disrupted when Francois received a phonecall with the unwelcome news that his locum had broken his ankle on the first day of surgery and would be unable to fulfil his contract to cover the medical practice for Francois’ two-week absence.  Some fruitless calls were made to try and find a replacement locum but to no avail.  A covering system was set up with the help of an efficient secretary, and fall-back arrangements with the other local doctor  then we all proceeded to get on with the business in hand – our Connemara holiday.

Roundstone is a small village/port on the mainland, across the water from our niche on Inishnee.


Full of energetic enthusiasm we decided to walk into the village to explore our victualing possibilities.  Geraldine told us it would take about 40 minutes, but clearly she has never covered the journey on foot.  We worked out that it was something like 11 km.  We covered the distance in intermittent rain (a constant companion during our Irish days) and enjoyed ever-changing views.

We found two grocer shops, one of which, J. Woods, is a family-run business and which became a regular haunt.  I’ve lost count of the number of home-baked soda bread loaves we bought, but it went well into double figures.  On that first morning we were invited into the kitchen to meet the business matriarch, Christina, who gave us tips on how to make our own soda scones.  Anne and I experimented with cheese and cumin versions and fruit ones too.  Soda scones are now a regular part of my diet – brilliant with soups.

Just after the middle of the day we popped into O’Dowds, the bar area of which is open at this time of year.  Francois and I chose a gorgeous crab salad with home-made soda scones to accompany.  Their scones were the best we tasted in Connemara.  I drank glasses of Guinness, too, whilst in Ireland and loved its velvety feeling in my mouth.

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Before we left Roundstone Nick spotted the arrival of a small yellow fishing boat.  We bought 6 fresh crabs for 8 Euros and cooked them later, back at the cottage.


We started back on foot with a new array of sea- and landscapes and at some point Nick walked ahead to pick up the car and scoop up stragglers.


 We roasted a small piece of gammon for supper and relaxed during the evening before the peat and log fire. We all have books and Anne has knitting.   We taught Francois how to play Spite and Malice, a card game which seems to engage whomever we teach.

Arrival at Island Cottage

After a handsome Irish breakfast we leave the Kilkenny area and head for the west coast. Our chosen route takes us via Portumna where we find a bar that will serve us coffee and a butcher where we can buy something for our supper. We eventually arrive in Galway, the gate to Connemara and take the north route via Oughterad. We drive along roads with uninterrupted views across to the scenic craggy mountains, expanses of bogs, heaths and grassland, the low-lying land with its laced network of lakes .   Francois takes innumerable photos of vistas from all angles.  (At the end of our holiday he will have an album of stunning shots.)

Connemara is one of the most scenic regions in Ireland. Situated in the heart of the West of Ireland, Connemara National Park covers some 2,000 hectares. Dominated by the majestic Twelve Bens mountain range, (Na Beanna Beola) and fringed by the deeply indented Atlantic coastline with its expansive sandy beaches, innumerable creeks, bays and little harbours, it is one of Ireland’s most popular and memorable touring areas, enjoyed for its peaceful solitude and rugged beauty which exemplifies The West of Ireland.

We arrive at Island Cottage to be welcomed by Geraldine who owns three properties on her plot and lives in the one adjacent to ours.  Since Nick and I last stayed there Geraldine has acquired a flock of hens who live a charmed life to judge from the time and attention they receive.  Our breakfast eggs taste wonderful.

Anne and Francois are absolutely delighted with the cottage and the situation, this is clear.  Everything is auguring well for a good week.


A Rocky Crossing

On Sunday morning we rise and finish our packing.  Today we are due to sail to Rosslare in the southeast corner of Ireland.  Anne and Francois, who are our holiday companions, bring over their luggage.  Much of what we are taking is in anticipation of some peche a pied in Connemara.  We have borrowed a roof box but even with this when the car is finally loaded we are packed to the gunnels.  Chest waders, nets and collecting baskets take up room!

The weather forecast tells us that a severe storm is brewing in the English Channel and Irish Sea.  We get to Cherbourg two hours ahead of our scheduled sailing at 4 pm.  It is already raining and windy.  We are told it is touch and go whether the captain of the Celtic Horizon will decide to delay the crossing or not.  In the event we set sail and very soon find ourselves pitching and rolling in high seas.  The weather conditions are described as varying from Forces 8 to 10. Thanks to a ‘magic’ patch that is placed behind the ear I am able to feel well and eat supper although moving around the boat is hazardous.  The weirdest effect of the storm is that I find myself sliding from the head to the foot of my bunk as my satin pyjamas glide over the sheet.  When I relax into the motion instead of fighting it, it is actually quite pleasant to be thus rocked.

Rising in the morning we take breakfast and finally disembark in Rosslare just after 2 pm, 5 hours later than scheduled.  We have booked into a B&B in Freshford, just out of Kilkenny.  It is a comfortable farmhouse.  After a reviving cup of tea provided by Gretta Power, we find a local pub to eat an evening meal then crash out back at the ranch.