The ferry ride out there was typical of the North Atlantic, rough and gray.
Me on the deck.
Getting to the island.
The old lighthouse.
You come upon ruins from the English invasion of Ireland as you sail into the harbor on the island (I explored these later).
After checking into the hotel, I wanted to make a phone call on my cell phone. Little did I know that you had to climb to the top of a hill to get cell phone reception.
Exploring the island. That water may look nice, but it's freezing. I know, I got in.
The next day the weather cleared up and wedding came off without a hitch. The church was really plain on the outside, but really colorful on the inside.
The Mark (the groom, on the left), and his brother David (best man, on the right).
Midway through, it looked like Mark would marry his brother?
I woke up early the next morning and set out alone to explore the rest of the island. First, I conqured the hills.
On top of a hill. You can see the ferry going back to the mainland in the distance.
A cut in the rock.
I then made my way over to the other side of the island and found the skeleton of a wrecked ship.

A house without it's roof.

A house without it's roof.
I then came upon those ruins from the English invasion of Ireland under Oliver Cromwell. These ruins are called Cromwell's Barracks. Among other things, they were used to imprison Catholic priests who were captured. Catholicism was outlawed in those days by the English.




Most of the wedding guests took the midday ferry back to the mainland. Mark and Grace decided to take the late ferry. Here they are waving as we sail away.

Only a month left in Europe now. Will be back in the U.S. of A. August 2nd!!!

Only a month left in Europe now. Will be back in the U.S. of A. August 2nd!!!































