In County Sligo, we made a quick visit to Drumcliffe, to see the church there, and the grave of Irish poet William Butler Yeats. I loved this Anglican church made from stone, brick, and wood. The pews are set into stalls, with no center aisle. Under each pew was a radiator. That sure would have felt good on all those cold winter mornings in the Anglican church my family attended.
The lay readers' lectern was made from a thick slab of translucent stone.
The Irish high cross, which dates to the 9th century, stands in the graveyard.
Donegal Town is near the coast when you've just about run out of the Republic of Ireland. We were set loose to explore and find lunch... we headed off to find a couple of geocaches first, then talked with some workers by the museum, then I walked up into the grounds of the Anglican church to take photos into Donegal castle (very cool, by the way!). So we rummaged through our packs and found crackers and cheese, salami and cookies, and bottled water, and sat with a new friend in the city square and had a picnic. When Denis arrived with the coach, we left the remaining crackers to the crows, and walked back to join our group.
From Donegal we headed east again, toward Derry. We passed withing a few miles of the border of County Tyrone, the place my dad's side of the family emigrated from in 1710. I tried to take pictures toward County Tyrone, to get a sense of the landscape. Something I could show my sisters.
The wall was lined with cannon, facing both directions (out over The Bogside, and in toward the Guild Hall.
After we said goodbye to our guide, we took a walk through the amazing Guild Hall, with its beautiful stained glass windows.