Click, click click. I can’t stop. Click, click. I’m getting trigger happy. Fern, moss, tree. This is so cool! I check my map. Where am I? I have traversed the entire grounds of Blarney. There’s too much to see and too little time. It’s pouring rain and I am soaked, my camera is soaked, it’s cold, but I don’t care. The moss creeps up the trees and mushrooms grow in patches. Lilly pads cover the lake and the air is fresh. I wouldn’t be surprised to see a fairy fly by.
It’s the first time I’ve gotten out of Cork and been surrounded by nature and I’m incredibly glad I did it alone. Not only was it easy to get there, but I have complete freedom. I don’t have to worry about where everyone else wants to go. I explore on a whim and it’s surprisingly exciting. “I should do this more often,” I think to myself. I have no one else to influence me, and instead I can completely emerge myself in my environment. It’s a time where I am able to reflect on how my surroundings make me feel and center myself, which after being in the hustle of the city is a necessary thing.
The Castle, my last stop. It’s interesting, but oddly I find it less so than the rest of my exploring. Maybe it’s the endless organic forms in the gardens where I can always find something new to look at, or maybe I have just tired myself out from the excitement of roaming free. It was great, nonetheless, and well worth the trip.
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