As I walk the bogs and winding roads of Connemara for the last few weeks I have this tight felling in my chest that this is the last of the summer for this year.
Honestly, we hardly had any summer, the sky was constantly wrapped in swirling clouds, it rained most of the time while all Europe was roasting slowly and painfully under the hot sun. But not here of course.
Not in Ireland. Why do you think Ireland is so famous for its fabulous bushy green forests and wonderful green fields where happy cows and sheep graze lazily. It's all the lovely rain that makes it happen of course!!
Before the rushes start turning orange and rusty in the bogs, before the trees change their attire from dark green to light brown or golden and the leaves start to fly with the wild Connemara winds I have to share some of my last photos of this Summer before it is gone completely.
I have to say Goodbye to Summer properly. Walk Connemara with me.
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