And it came to pass. All night long the heavens did their best to turn this area of Ireland into a lake.
A decent breakfast of eggs benedict warmed the cockles of our hearts. We donned the wet weather gear. We had a rain window of around 3 hours. During this time, we needed to reach our next accommodation in Donegal.
I had to cut the itinerary down to a quick dash of 140 Kms. I hoped to arrive before the frontal system.
There was one thing I wanted to show Andy. I know he is a bit of a war historian. I had seen an old concrete hulk anchored in the river here on an earlier visit.
You can read more on this strange craft here.
It was time now for the dash to Donegal. No time to stop for photos. With dark clouds all around us and spots of rain already on our visors it was fingers crossed now. There was a strong and buffeting wind from the south. We had to ease off on the speed for safety. No time to stop at the Yeats grave of take in the mountains to our right.
We arrived at the cottage of Patsy. He is the port of Killybegs pilot. I met him two years ago when I brought my ship into the harbour. He we were back then.
His cottage is charming. I mentioned back then my will to do the Wild Atlantic Way. He offered his place to us and what a boon it is.
Not 30 minutes after we arrived the rain really started to thump down. It has not stopped since. We made it just in time.
We shall have to wait and see what tomorrow brings. Hopefully this system will have moved through and normal service can resume tomorrow.
Woodend Wanderer 