White horses passing by

I took these photographs on my phone last week on Mannin beach which is just south of Clifden. It was the last day of school so my three daughters and I headed for the beach in the afternoon with a picnic. Mannin hosts a hard to rival string of beaches along its coastline near the village of Ballyconneely. We spotted these white horses in the distance when we reached the shore.

 

White Horses 1

 

 

They had spotted us too and lost no time in moving towards us.

 

White Horses 2

 

 

Such a beautiful sight, almost surreal against the backdop of sand and sky.

 

White Horses 3

Sunshine, the beach and a Heron

The sun has been shining here in Clifden since the week end, the temperature reached 19 degrees in some areas, which is almost unheard of for the month of March. Are we warming up quite literally for a long hot Summer? Others may dispute this but the last really hot Summer that I can remember in Connemara was in 1995. We usually get a mixture of fine days and wet days/weeks, the latter standing out more in my memory for the last couple of years. Let’s hope 2012 will be a good one. There is no place finer than Connemara in good weather, it’s a bit like being in the world’s best holiday destination all Summer long, for free!
To day, I grabbed my camera and drove out to Ardmore beach ( below ), just outside the town, where I took some pictures and was lucky enough to spot a heron.

 

Photo of a beach

 

 

Here it is looking along the shore line. It stood perfectly still for what seemed like a long while.

 

Photo of a Heron

 

 

Here’s a close up. I love the reflection in the water, I’m going to have fun with this in paint..

 

Photo 2 of a Heron

 

 

And then it moved and I noticed a companion in the distance..

 

Photo 3 of Heron

 

 

One last picture looking back up the beach, a glorious day.

 

Photo 2 of a beach

Victorian garden

It’s back to normal this morning after a long and enjoyable St. Patrick’s weekend with family and friends. It was a typical West of Ireland St. Patrick’s day on Saturday with so much rain that Clifden’s National school band had to cancel their performance.
The weather redeemed itself yesterday however with a Spring like (almost warm) rain free day. Two seasons in as many days, we rain weary Irish know that it is imperative to abandon everything when the weather turns and go outside immediately as it might be some time before it returns!
I spent the day at the gloriously restored Victorian gardens at Kylemore Abbey.

 

Photo of garden 1

 

 

These next photos were taken about a year ago in the garden around Easter. The great thing about visiting Kylemore is that there are new things to enjoy at every time of the year and the garden is always impressive and interesting even if it is not in full bloom.

 

Photo of garden 2

 

 

Photo of garden 3

 

 

The Kylemore story is a romantic one. It began when Mitchell Henry visited Kylemore with his wife on their honeymoon in 1852. They stopped at Kylemore Pass and looking over the hillside, Margaret declared that she would love to live in such a beautiful place. Ten years later, Mitchell Henry purchased the site and began to build the castle, model farm, dairy, adjoining gothic church, and walled garden. The entire project took five years and one and a quarter million pounds to build, a staggering sum for the time. The gardens cover six acres and originally contained twenty one glass houses heated by an underground system of piping that was was fueled by a lime kiln furnace. These houses would have contained a variety of tropical fruits and plants collected from around the world. The head gardener lived in a beautiful residence ( picture below ) within the garden walls and the workers resided close by in the modest ‘bothy’.

 

Photo of garden 4

 

 

The Henry’s lived happily on the estate with their nine children for ten years before tradgedy struck with the death of Margaret on a visit to Egypt. She was buried in a Mausoleum on the estate but Mitchell never recovered from her death and could not bear to spend much time at Kylemore. Later, one of Henry’s daughters died when driving a pony trap locally and after that Henry’s empire began to collapse. The Benedictine nuns took over the property in 1920 and still maintain a presence there to day.
I worked at Kylemore when I first came to Connemara, making and decorating pots in the pottery on the estate. It was a fairytale introduction to the place for me and I spent seven years there in total before moving to Clifden, about ten miles away. The Benedictine nuns undertook the restoration of the gardens while I was there, no small task.
I remember visiting the garden in my first year. It had a magical charm then, like The Secret Garden, the children’s novel by Frances Hodgson Burnett. It was out of bounds, wild and completely overgrown behind ancient locked doors.
The garden to day is a tribute to the Benedictine order at Kylemore and all the lay people, gardeners, locals and specialists involved in the massive restoration project. It is a marvel of a place, a surreal and expertly manicured model surrounded by walls, which give way to an untamed backdrop of wild mountains and countryside. It is almost like stepping in to a different world when you pass through the gates and allow yourself to be transported back to a very particular time in the history of this place.

Hens

Hello Saturday!
I plan to update my blog most days Monday through to Friday from now on BUT I am breaking that rule today as I’ve only just got my blog engine started and it wants to keep running..
This brings me to our two hens, ‘Lily’ and ‘Gertrude’ – my three daughters settled on these names after much debate and discussion. We bought them two years ago this Summer and they are one hundred per cent part of the family now. Apart from being great company – they sit at our back door and they follow me around outside – they provide us with one egg each every day, almost without fail.

 

Photo of two hens

 

 

Photo of hens

 

 

I really enjoy watching them mooch around our back garden and I love the shapes that their bodies make when they are scratching and foraging. I especially like their tail feathers when they bend over as they look like old fashioned bloomers! I have done lots of hen paintings since they arrived. Here’s one I’ve started recently below..

 

Painting of a hen, stage 1

 

 

I’m going to finish this one over the week end and I’ll post up the results next week. I like the freshness that it has at this stage so I hope that I don’t lose that by overworking it. We’ll see…