It was a delight to spend a day with dad looking for mountains which were lurking behind the darkest of clouds. For any visit to Ireland to work you have to prize the journey as much as the destination.
I'm sure the Poisoned Glen looks beautiful in brilliant sunshine, but there's mystery in this horizon of mist and water.
A ruined church overlooks the lake, inhabited by a very friendly wolf-like dog.
It has some of the best picture frames in the country.
It really was wet. But the clouds lifted for a moment when we visited the birthplace of St Colmcille. And Glenveigh, the scene of appalling evictions in the not so distant past, today shines in its stillness.
We turned the car towards Dunfanaghy where the sun had already sunk and there feasted and read the Irish Times. It wasn't a technically ideal day for sightseeing, but it was a privilege to see the world beneath the clouds.
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