Mount Brandon with glacial corries Stone shed Westernmost road Click images to enlarge Blue sheep Under Mount Eagle Two houses, one roof Irish landscape Moorland Blasket Islands
Mount Brandon Mount Brandon and rainbow Empty left Great Blasket Centre Pink sheep Corduroy to the horizon Famine fields Ballinloghig Bogland Rock wall

Romantic Ireland: the Dingle Peninsula (An Daingean)

A Romantic Landscapes Project


open quoteShall I abandon, O King of mysteries, the soft comforts of home? Shall I turn my back on my native land, and turn my face towards the sea?

Shall I then suffer every kind of wound that the sea can inflict? Shall I take my tiny boat across the wide sparkling ocean? O King of the Glorious Heaven, shall I go of my own choice upon the sea? O Christ, will You help me on the wild waves?”

Saint Brendan's Prayer

open quoteI asked a young woman with a child in her arms how far it might be to Dunquin. 'It might be six miles now,' she said, 'but it's a long time since I've been as far myself.'”

Olivia Manning, The Dreaming Shore, circa 1950, found in The Grand Tour of Kerry

open quoteAs the sun disappears briefly behind a cloud, then reappears, there is a dazzling display of light on water. Great Blasket Island seems to come in and out of focus, as twinkling sunbeams bounce off the waves, surrounding it with shimmering haloes. It's so clear that, way off to the sourth, the Skelligs are visible, shimmering on the horizon like an illusion. As I stand at the cliff's edge, a spontansous, non-specific wave of emotion surges up inside me. I don't know where's it's directed or why it's happening, only that it feels unconditional. A tear wells up in my eye.”

Pete McCarthy, McCarthy's Bar: A Journey of Discovery In Ireland, 2000

open quoteMajor Randolph Doryan: [after O'Leary has been arrested] Is there anything you want?
Tim O'Leary: Cigarette.
[Corporal gives him a cigarette]
Major Randolph Doryan: Anything else?
Tim O'Leary: Yes.
[drags on cigarette]

"Ryan's Daughter", 1970, directed by David Lean

open quoteAlmost forty years after the Paris flight, Lindbergh flew to Ireland and made his way for the first time down the coast from Shannon Airport to Dingle Bay, his point of landfall. He met an old shepherd out on the hills above the bay. 'Wasn't this where Lindbergh flew over?' he asked him. 'Aye,' said the shepherd. 'And did you happen to see him?' Lindbergh asked. The shepherd gave him a crestfallen look; after all the years, it was evidently still a sore point with him. 'Do you know, I didn't? 'Twas all fog on the hills that day. But I heard him go over. I did that, now. I stood here listening.' Lindbergh never told the shepherd who he was.”

Brendan Gill, Lindbergh Alone, 1977