Cliffs of Moher
The ragged cliff has a thousand faces in a thousand hours
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Finding the Cliffs of Moher was a bit of an adventure, you see we, (I mean I), missed a hairpin turn - I watched it go by - and ended up on a very narrow country lane. It was more of a tunnel, with leaves for bricks and trees for walls. Google had more faith than we did and we eventually emerged near the Cliffs. Our little car proudly fluttering its gifts from the trees - branches and leaves wedged in wheel wells and door handles.
The Cliffs are large. They stand against the elements and hold the ocean at bay with a considerable grandness backed by thousands of years. One feels insignificant walking along the edge, a sheer drop only a mere breath away coupled with the musical roar of the waves, crashing against immovable stone.
Everyone should hold the sight of the Cliffs
