Thursday, 28 April 2011

DAY 7 : Spiritual guidance and seeking direction on Inisheer

We left Spanish Point in the fog this morning, almost getting taken out by the surf on the point break to the north. Scary paddling as we approached the Cliffs of Moher. Incredible scenery and dynamic wave action as the fog lifted.

We then headed off out towards the Aran Islands, Harry never told me he had a secret agenda on this expedition as he raced across the sound. Father Ted, Father Ted save me - he kept muttering to himself, it all became clear when we approached the wreck off the south eastern tip of the island. Harry has always boasted of his Catholic style of sea paddling and Father Ted is his hero, to which he models his life. As soon as his Taran hit the sand he leapt ashore and kissed the shore before racing to the pub.,-9.56973&ll=53.10214,-9.56973&ie=UTF8&z=12&om=1

1 comment: