Donegal is a great place. When you get there and into it, the light is different. You can lose time. Some years ago I was lost in Donegal. Literally. Some friends and me, in the days before sat nav, were trying to find a house near Gweedore. The map seemed to be showing roads that didn’t exist. We drove up and down and around these magical little roads. We kept ending up staring at the Atlantic. Which, in truth, is not a bad way to end up.
Finally, we found a man walking along and, sure he would have local knowledge, asked for directions.
Well, he said, if you go about half a mile down past the red gatepost, you’ve gone too far. And you’ll have to come back on…
