Inisheer (Irish: Inis Oírr)

Day 18    Doolin (to Inisheer)      0 km

Boat trip to Inisheer today, the smallest of the Aran Isles, where the locals speak Irish.   And on a small road on the south side of the island, Margaret practised her recently acquired Irish whistle by playing the slow air called Inisheer.   I ( and sundry cows) thought it sounded really good.

We realise that our remaining days in Ireland need to be spent avoiding the throngs of tourists.

Looking forward to leaping on our steel steeds tomorrow.  The temperature is predicted at 31 degrees again.

We took a tour around the west side of the island. In the winter the 260 residents just speak Irish. They host school kids in the summer to come over and learn the language.
Matilda.
Inisheer has a beautiful beach. Although there were a lot of foreigners there were also many Irish folks coming out to see the island or to spend the day at the beach.
The land was barren when people first settled here. The created soil by mixing sand and seaweed.
Just because it’s kind of cool to see, we cycled around the tip of that point on Tuesday. Seems a long way away!
The chap taking us on the tour said winter is very peaceful.
The same cliffs as yesterday from another angle