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Peek-a- boo in the Atlantic

Turn into Autumn

Line by line I see the Savanna-looking fields changing back into the juicy green colour I am so used to. As the side of the roads are also, after their late Autumn-look; the lifecycle of grasses and other plants has come into completion too quickly so it seemed. Now their look is refreshed with the new comers getting their chance in developing.

Island life


Despite of an ongoing heatwave in Europa, here the weather has been restored as it is mild again on Inis Meáin. There is sunshine but not too strong. During the night some gentle drops of rain are falling down as round and about the closing of day, there is even a slightly cold breeze coming along from the sea, just to let us know we are living on an island in the Atlantic. Actually, we too had some weeks in a row of pure sunshine and even at the end of this period of extreme warmth we had a heat wave also!

Summer holidays

Will it start raining

Slowly but definitely though we left the season of Summer behind us as we passed the threshold of the first month of autumn or Lúnasa called after Lugh, warrior and chieftain of the Tuatha Dé Danann, the people who adored the goddess Dana. It was them actually who once, wrapped in a thick mist, came from the north through the air to Ireland and landed on the north-west of Connacht. This image comes into my mind on a day like this: sea and sky are covered with a dense layer of fog only to be lifted once in a while by the sun peeking through to withdraw again the following moment. The common aspect lies in the unexpected.


Gift of summer

Right now, we are in the middle of the fortnight’s festival of Lá Lúnasa. In taking part in game and competition we celebrate our gratitude towards the gift of Summer and we prepare ourselves for what wants to come towards us from the future.

What is coming towards us

Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin

Versatile personality

At dawn Inis Meáin is enclosed by mist. Although the sun is trying to permeate, only the closest surroundings I am able to discard.

Covered by mist

Nature holds its breath so it feels. At noon however, the sun triumphs as she breaks through and covers nature with her generous golden radiance.

The sun breaks through

It is only some hours later that another veil of fog suddenly arrives. This time it is wrapped in a cold wind, coming from the northwest.

Fog is coming in

Thick patches of haze slowly unravel into thinner and longer ones which spread themselves finally into an even more delicate substance to fan out slowly in the end. The mist only covers the most westerly part of Inis Meáin though, to draw back again to the Connemara isles for to return again within a few minutes.


It is from one of these- at the moment- far away isles you used to come from, you once told me. A young adult you were at the time, having just finalised your training as you came over to Inis Meáin, brave and anxious to fulfil your new job. You fell in love and you stayed and together you reared your family while you, in the meantime, kept also dedicated to your work.
Regrettably I have only known you for an eighth part of your span of life but I have loved every moment I met you. Your share of variegation in qualities I admired such as the devotion you put in every task you undertook, the easy way you communicated with anyone and the love you spread in developing new ideas.


I am grateful to you!

Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin

A day of summer

Fragments of clouds are hanging loosely above the world around us. Daylight, just born, permeates the wadded substance with a delicate radiance as the sea is colouring silver a moment later. Soon growing sunlight will take away the veil of the night.

Delicate light

From far away I hear the cuckoo. Bright and distinct is its call in this early morning. Shortly after, the thrush is exhibits its repertoire from high up on the wire. The cattle in the nearby fields awaken slowly and so does the donkey from down the road.

Concert of thrush


A summer morning

When the ferry comes around the corner to moor at the new pier, the sun meanwhile has arrived high up in the sky.


It is time to start the daily chorus on a day like this;

Eager to be photographed

I see mother donkey and her foal taken out of the field. Mother knows exactly what will happen this morning as her foal does know as well. While his mother stays where she is set down, her offspring goes on tiptoe – so to speak- behind her and off he goes to the road. He nibbles here as he nibbles there, this grass here tastes so much nicer he seems to think. And another step he takes and another one thereafter…
In the meantime, his mother is patiently waiting while the master is harnessing her. Fully concentrated he lovingly puts the bridle on her first and then he carefully attaches the harness onto the beams of a small cart. The only thing left to do is loading the cart now with hay, food and water for the cattle in the fields further away. And of course, the little brave black dog which will not be forgotten, has to jump onto the cart as well. As soon as the master himself jumps on the cart and picks up the reins, her youngster comes back at a trot and joins the party. And off they go!
Mother donkey knows the way as she goes, willing to please her master. Her foal follows the party at his own pace letting the distance become bigger and bigger though until the cart is out of sight then it’s really time to catch up with his mum.
Slowly I see the party moving on merging together with the landscape.


Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin