On Inis Meáin we would say tá lá go breá (it is a fine and clear day). One perfect like this, there was a couple of days ago: the sky was of a tender light blue colour, hardly any wind and the view was lovely on the twelve pins of Connemara in the North and on the Cliffs of Moher in the East. An ideal condition for a long walk along the cliffs of Inis Meáin. So…as go brach liom (out with me).
I took the road to the left, heading for Cinn na Bhaile (the Head of Town).While passing some of the little fields I saw the hay put against the stone walls, carefully bound together in bundles, waiting to be dried completely.
Coming up the highest terrace I got an overview about what I could expect more properly at the end of the tamarcan road. There I took the bit of a step leading to Cathaoir Synge (Synge’s Chair). It is in this field one actually comes across the two sorts of lines carved in the stones: the crooked and the straight one. It came to my mind a stone carver had been at work, making lines nicely with a sharp knife!
Sometime later when I passed beyond the chair, I saw the first cliffs coming into sight. These were lightened up by the sun, looking like organ pipes, massive in posture and highly straightened up in the air. A moment later I arrived on the spot facing the rocks being worn out by the waves continuously. It was as if an engineer had prepared his version of a Roman bridge.
Further on my way I felt being in a large stock house, stones of different shape and sizes piled up in a well organised way or… just waiting to be organised.
Every time again I have to make the effort to make clear: it is nature which provides humans with ideas and not the other way around…
Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin.