A glance into island life

Time of daylight is almost rounded and the moon, soon be full, has taking over.

End of the day

Full Moon

With a subtle touch, she soothes nature into a wholesome sleep leaving a trace of lavender coloured cover on the endless slabs of limestone.

Lavender coloured

The day has been a fair one from which anybody could profit. The farmers high up in their tractors were driving up and down the road getting the work done before night time.

Light of Spring

As I could almost hear a sigh of satisfaction going around after the last farmer came off his machine. Peace was mantled over Inis Meáin the moment the birds had finally found their favoured places on the wires and dozed off.


With this happening only a couple of days ago, the wind now has changed his mind completely. A strong north eastern wind pipes through the tubes of the iron gates. There is no boat coming or leaving Inis Meáin. It is freezing cold and not a bird let alone any human being is eager to struggle in the air or hit the road.
Concerning the everlasting variability in the weather here, I can’t remember it would have given any delay or even respite for Beartla in charge of collecting the garbage, every single Friday on Inis Meáin for many, many years. Whether there was a storm, rain or severe sunshine which splits the rocks, it was him going down at sunrise on his Honda to collect the cart and go around the houses to relieve people from things they did not want anymore. Thank you so much. Tá muid buíochas díot! (we are grateful to you)


Nevertheless, Spring is. Although the day is clouded there is still that specific sparkle of light, clear and without any history peeping through a layer of clouds giving unexpectedly her shine upon the earth.


As it just might happen after having visited the island you consider it was not real but a dream from which you awoke at least invigorated and feeling revitalized. After all you have taken in, the hours you were, the adventure could be felt being drenched unawares into a world you never would have thought of her existence at all. It is lovely that you came, being led without really knowing where you decided to go to.

Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin

Pure goodness

Almost day by day you can notice the difference; the stretch in the day is becoming longer. And with the prevailing of daylight above the dark winter the three months of winter are over.

Early February

It has not taken long though for this past winter has been rather mild temperature wise and throughout the season there was not much rainfall either. Still the evening during winter is long.


As soon as the lengthening of the day was only hardly noticeable, some weeks ago, a stretch was also felt in the vitality of the people themselves. It was not only the farmers though who were driving their tractors with verve up and down to the Caladh Mór, the beach at the new pier, to gather seaweed for the fields. The villagers too seemed to have a brisker step and less hided in the collar of their coats. Hibernation has attained a final stage. As through a clearer view the future looks more feasible defined and plans forged at the tine or the fireside, can be put into action from now on.


The long-time of Christmas started with the feast of Mairtín, has come to a closure now but her spirit still spreads her generosity at the arrival of Spring. The girls of the primary school here on Inis Meáin use to prelude the season with Brideog, a self-made doll out of straw and decorated nicely in their midst, the girls go along the houses at night time dancing and singing the song of the blessing of Saint Bríde for health to people and animals throughout the year lying ahead of us.


At Candlemas or Lá fhéile Muire na gCoinneal, the day after, the light of the blessed candle will remind us of the Light long since prepared to come into the world with the birth of the child Jesus. With our candles blessed on Candlemas we symbolically set forth to welcome the true Light, with the sincere wish that our lit candles are an outward sign of our inner engagement.
On the third day dedicated to Saint Blaise, our engagement is supported by the blessing of the throat in which we are remembered of the virtue of taciturnity.
Backed with this preparation of goodness we can face the new born daylight half of the year with trust.


Slán go fóill,

Elisabeth from Inis Meáin

After the move

I certainly do miss it. Farther away than a breath from centuries old fort my former cottage dwelling hardly was.
A lovely and quiet spot and just below the top terrace which provides an all-round view over the island too.

Dún Chonchúir

When one comes, and visit Inis Meáin for a day trip or a short stay I can very well imagine the probable thinking of the island as being small and relatively easy to access. You just go where ever you like to go. Hardly any limit or border have to be taken into account. As soon as you are living on the island though you are provided with a completely different perspective for you surely have your dwelling, hob or anchor here. And your radius of action is defined around your spot of living with it.


When I used to live on the eastern side although I loved to walk towards port na currach, where the sheds of the fishermen all used to be straw thatched, I hardly went there however because of the far distance whilst I often went there when I lived more close. The same happened with my frequent walks towards Cathair Synge when I lived in the west.

Special light

It is now while I am living in the middle part that I love to take a stroll, starting on the upper road opposite Teach Ósta, the pub. Actually, the road is just a boreen, a little path used to transhumance cattle which also leads towards the place where Dún Fearbhaigh, the highest fort was built once. When I turn, I have a lovely view from here over the eastern part of Inis Meáin with the houses, the stonewalled fields, the reilig or the graveyard with the gallant headstones facing the east and of course the old pier.


Climbing further up the overgrown grass boreen I meet quite a few old sheds; some of them are built in such a way that one or sometimes even two sides are integrated with the stone walls of the fields surrounded. Some still have a roof others are without.

Integrated walls

Especially from the latter ones, from their two naked gables raising towards the sky, I sense trust; in open attitude, they are willing to receive implicitly what wants to come towards them.


As well

At the top of the highest terrace I see land and sea blending into a grey blueish mixture of colour. The already fading light of the sun adds her silvery touch.

Silverly light

I still agree that I certainly do miss it but at the same time forwards me a deep sense of gratitude too of living on a pearl like Inis Meáin.


Slán go fóill,

Elisabeth from Inis Meáin

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