Miss Burren, County Clare

Is Frankie Lane singing about the UNESCO Geopark or about me?  For here I am, once again, roaming my fave landscape on this fair island.  I love all the limestone, glaciated into slabs during the last Ice Age.  I love the erratics everywhere.  I love the unceasing wind of it all.  And I love that I can spend a day jumping from one pavement to another, from upland to coast, and never see another human.  I've tattooed one of its wildflowers on my left wrist.  I relax in its beaufort-embouchure hum.  And this week I found some fossils!, which I am proud to say I did not chisel off to save for B.  (But TBH only because the rock was, it turns out, less breakable than I was.)