A short distance from the National Park entrance, we come to the famous Kylemore Abbey, home of the Bendictine nuns in Ireland. Started life as a castle (built 1868), the abbey has the best Irish neo-Gothic architecture, whatever that is.
Nice juxtaposition - white against the colours of autumn.
A short drive away, another vista of the abbey.
We have indeed found a great photogenic spot - even a tourist coach takes a pause here.
Opened in 1980, the park covers 3,000 hectares of fine mountains (bens), bogs, grasslands, heaths and woodlands. Hopefully no sheep like they have in Snowdonia, Wales. Sheep sort of spoil the national park thingy.
Sandwiched between the Atlantic, mountains and bogs, Clifden is quite a pleasant town when the weather is good, I suppose. From here we decide to head north, then turn east, to make a loop around the Connemara, before heading back to Galway City.
Our Youth Hostel, in glorious sunshine. Last night we arrived wet and cold and in pitch black. When daylight comes, it is always exciting to find out where we spent the night.
But we never thought we would end up in such a desolate place.