Flock and awe
A trip to Achill offers an opportunity to marvel at beautiful scenery and see the Achill mountain lamb in its natural habitat, writes Catherine Murphy.
For years, we trekked to Achill Island, smitten by its western remoteness. Every time we crossed the bridge and approached Achill Sound, the cry went up: “We’re on the island!”
Our friends, hang-gliding and paragliding pilots, revelled in flying above the Minaun cliffs. We hiked to the top of Slievemore and drank in Lynott’s bar. We wandered around the deserted pre-famine villages and tried our hand at windsurfing on the lake,...
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