We spent a good part of one day traveling the ocean road around the peninsula, marveling at the amazing views and sights on this small bit of land jutting into the Atlantic.
Below, Jim stands among a collection of stone buildings, representative of the enclosed farmsteads likely inhabited from ancient times to 1200 AD. The enclosures served to keep livestock safe from wild animals and cattle raiders. Stone was the building material of choice since it is everywhere, and the houses were generally round like a beehive, built in the form of a circle with each successive layer of stone lying a little closer to the center.
Above is the Blasket Centre, a wonderful interpretive centre dedicated to telling the story of the community of storytellers of these islands. The museum looks out on the Great Blasket Island (pictured below) which was evacuated in 1953 when the few remaining community members and the government agreed that it was no longer feasible for them to live in such harsh, isolated conditions.
The view from the top of one of the streets in Dingle town, looking across to a field with grazing sheep.
We enjoyed great seafood and good music in Dingle Town.
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