Isabelle and Gerry have been doing this for a long time, living up in the hills. The world could be going to hell in a hack and you'd never know it up in their little piece of heaven. The drive up to their place off the main road to Kenmare maybe a bit windy and narrow (welcome to Ireland) but the experience of staying in a house in a garden is almost indescribable. There was no getting away from it, they sat me down to a cup of tea, what tasted like raisin wafers, and raw cashews and we began to discuss the challenges the world is facing, rehabilitation of the Irish drinking water system, climate change, and goats. He the alternative energy consultant, me the water resources engineer, and Isabelle the lovely Breton gardener par excellence. And then we all went about our business.
The room is lovely and shipshape with a nice view of the fields, the surroundings have a transcendental effect, the mountain, valley, and dark brown bog lying deep below.
I made a small salad of veggies from their garden, including fresh garlic, omg. Wish I had more time to stay and space to write.