8/18 -- Aran Islands, Family Visit

We headed back to Doolin to catch a ferry to Inis Oirr (Innisheer), the closest of the Aran  Islands to us. It is a 7-mile ferry ride over seas that were too rough yesterday and not exactly a walk in the park today. The islands population became significant during the Comwellian conquest of Ireland when folks who wanted to remain Catholic were forced to leave to the islands. The three main Aran islands today celebrate the Irish language, and the schools there only teach in Irish.Although they are famous for fisherman knit sweaters of intricate designs, this is a recent introduction and weaving was much more a key skill in their culture.

Our boat, the Star of Doolin

First view of Inis Oirr -- the seas were heavy and coated the
glass. No way I was going outside enroute!

The only beach and the main village where 280 people live.

We took a covered ride (pulled by a tractor) over a section of the island, had a presentation from a weaving group, had lunch, and ferried back by way of the Cliffs of Moher where we were yesterday, so we got a second vantage point. The weather was better -- no rain -- and the sky actually cleared and the sun shone on the island!

Stone walls were EVERYWHERE, even around useless
rocky patches.

Anya, driving the tractor

We were fortunate to have covered transport.

Ireland proper is in the distance.

An old church

Anya and her tractor

Boats along the beach

Next four photos are the Cliffs of Moher

After an hour or so to recover, our group was split between two local families and treated to a home cooked dinner. Our hosts, Mark and Clare, have a talented 11 yr old son, Johnny, who is competitive in Irish dance and plays the violin. After conversation and a wonderful repast, we got a taste of his talents.

Julia (her husband Tom is  hidden), the other Tom, and
Elizabeth at our hosts'  home. Below,  Johnny on violin and
Clare (out of the picture) on button accordian.

Then it was back to the hotel to pack for our  move to Connemara tomorrow.