Ireland 2009
The plane that takes us to Ireland, photographed through the window of the airport.
Clouds, photographed from the plane.
More clouds. At the bottom of the picture England can be seen. In the top the blue gets so dark it is almost black.
Our rental car is enormous.
Laura in the Dublin apartment. We received an email with a code, that we enter at the door. There is no landlord present.
Michel is a happy viking!
Bas, underneath a Guinness-advertisement, on our way to the brewery.
The brewery.
Everything you can think of exists with a Guinness-logo on it. In vast quantities.
The interior of the Guinness Storehouse. It is a beautiful building, with old bricks and pipes along new glass and escalators.
More interior.
"Guinness Business Centre, this is Michel, how may I help you?"
Four Guinness in the brewery, pulled only seconds earlier.
Laura.
With our new purchases (and two pints Guinness of course) in the Hard Rock Café.
Shopping street in Galway.
The house in Polranny. At the left is Laura.
The outbuilding, the folly, viewed from the back.
Laura at the edge of the back garden. Behind the fence the peat starts.
The house from a distance, surrounded by trees and, of course, peat.
Peat is everywhere.
Laura smells the gorse.
Ruins of a house. There's many ruins like these.
Bas walking towards the sea.
Gorse and boggy land near the shore. There are almost as many new villas as there are ruins of small houses.
Bas on the beach.
Michel and Laura.
Many rocks and desolate bareness.
View of the beach and the mountain behind it.
We start to climb the mountain.
Bas on the slope (behind him two sheep).
Michel and Laura with the house at the top.
Laura is standing on the mountain, looking out over the Atlantic Ocean.
Michel photographs Laura and Bas.
Michel walks over a sheep's trail over the mountain ridge.
Sheep with a newly born lamb.
View of the beach, looking back.
Two sheep in the fog.
Laura and Michel on the slope.
Laura walking along the river.
View from the point where the trail ends in peat and bog.
Along the shore.
The living room of the house. Below on the right is the wood-burning stove. On the table are two pints of Guinness, both half empty.
Laura.
Michel and the dog called Bruno (we read its name on the collar).
View of the bridge that connects Achill Island with the peninsula and the mainland, near the village Achill Sound.
Michel on the shore.
Two sheep looking out over the sea.
Idyllic view of a beach.
Bas walking through a lunar landscape of peat.
A lake.
Michel.
We have our own outdoor café at home, with our backs to the folly's wall.
And we even have our own waiter! We're being taken care of very well.
Laura, Michel, me, Bas.
