First Trip to Northern Ireland

Margaret Anderle
April 8, 2015

Last week my dad visited me from Cleveland and we went on a whirlwind tour of Northern Ireland and some places in the north of the Republic of Ireland. Highlights included climbing Knocknarea Mountain in Sligo, Ireland and seeing the Giant's Causeway in Northern Ireland. All in all we travelled several hundred miles around Ireland and had an incredible trip. It was really amazing after three months to get to see my dad and to show him my adoptive country. Below are some of my favorite photos from the trip! 

 

Above is a shot of one of the many "peace" walls that divide the Catholic and Protestant sides of the city of Belfast.

An aerial shot from above the route that leads down to the Giants Causeway. We hiked the path up along the cliffs above the causeway.

Shot of the town of Mullaghmore from the beach in County Sligo.

Sunset from Rosses Point in County Sligo. Weathered a brief hailstorm before this photo was taken. 

Hiking up to the waterfall that inspired the poem Stolen Child by W.B. Yeats

View from our hike up to the top of Mount Knocknarea.

 

One of the many W.B. Yeats photos that was inspired by County Sligo where he grew up is below (it's my favorite one, we actually hiked up to the waterfall and lake he is referencing in the poem!).

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand.
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

 

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

 

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

 

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest
For he comes, the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
From a world more full of weeping than he can understand

Margaret Anderle

<p>I am a student studying history, political science, and international relations at the University of Rochester, interested in pursuing a career in law and politics. I love to travel, read, and go on new adventures, the next of which is my semester abroad in Dublin, Ireland studying at Trinity College. I like to express my thoughts and opinions through photography and blogging, and have organized my class structure such that I am always learning new things about the world around me. I think its important to look at our past to formulate positive change for the future, and I hope that with experience in politics and history I can hope to contribute in a positive way to the world around me, wherever my adventures may take me.&nbsp;</p>

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