With two hours to ourselves between the day’s work-related events and the delicious dinner at Cucina, I joined another traveler on the trip on a wander around the grounds. The Carlton Hotel sits on a peninsula between two rivers (sort of), with a view of one of the inlets.
We followed a muddy trail that led down to the shore and then continued back along the path until its end at a grassy cliff where the river hit the Atlantic. Desperate to see if we could catch a glimpse of the village, or whatever else was there at the end of the land, we left the path and stumbled through the brush, including a lot of nettles, into a field that led us across the southern tip of the land towards the other river.
Not gonna lie, I was getting a little bit nervous: we had only another 30-45 minutes of sunlight; it was overcast; and we weren’t quite sure where we were. It was easy enough to reverse the route, but lucky for me I was with another journalist who shared my sense of direction and curious excitement for unfamiliar wandering. The decision point to continue on through a farmer’s field or turn back was a clump of dark tall trees full of crows resting up for the pending darkness. It kinda felt like the setting for a spooky movie.
(I can’t figure out how to upload the video so here’s a pic of the trees.)
Obviously we did find our way back. The walk, however short it was, reminded me of the Coast-to-Coast Walk (read more about the C2C here), covering woodlands, fields and farms, one after another. To top it off, we passed a dairy farm along the road and watched a collie herd cows into the barn for milking (I imagine).
The best part of the walk wasn’t the sights and sounds, but rather feeling like part of the Irish culture. If I learned one thing living in England, it is the importance of enjoying the outdoors and the mental benefit of a good country walk.
Another thing I learned is that the only thing more important than enjoying a good country walk is that there is a pub waiting at the end.