In order to break the journey up to Donegal, we spent a night just outside Sligo near Lough Gill. After the long drive and dinner a walk was called for so we headed off for a nearby ruin. It was then that the rain turned from mist to proper rain, but on we went anyway.
Near the track stood a tree and the remnants of a wall, silhouetted against the grey evening sky. The forecast for the next morning was good, so the alarm was set early to capture the sunrise. Alas, I went in search of the tree only for all to be shrouded in a heavy fog.
Having gotten up so early I had to take an image, even though my thoughts were more on what might have been. Oh what a blessed tree.
After a bit of Yeats’ country it was off to County Donegal.