Isolation Antidotes (10): A Glimpse of Glenbarrow

Okay, Sherman, set the Wayback Machine for the 27th of April, 2000. (I know that I have a few followers out there who will appreciate the reference, but it’s not really essential to the post.) I was in the Republic of Ireland and I had just concluded a long day of work in Cahir in the delightful company of  an Irish colleague and, on the way back to Dublin, we stopped at the famous Morrisey’s Pub in Abbeyliex. As we reflected on the day’s activities and waited for our pints of Guinness to settle, I shared some photos with him. As it turned out, he had had a veterinary practice in the area, and he suddenly said that there was a favorite place of his not far away that he absolutely had to show me. We finished out drinks in record time, as the sky was beginning to cloud seriously over, and he rapidly and expertly drove me through a series of tiny and picturesque back roads to a secluded glen on the Barrow River, about 25 km distant. We parked and jogged up a beautiful trail along the river, arriving at the place he wanted to share with me just as the rain began to fall, lightly at first. We had only a few minutes before it began to rain in earnest, but that gave me enough time to make a few shots of the lovely river with the ubiquitous gorse in the foreground. It was only my second trip with my first digital camera and the resolution of the photos that I saved back then is, unfortunately, much less than I would like, but this is what I have to work with now, and I cherish the memory.