The thrill of getting close to the edge & making friends

I got as close to the edge as I possibly could without falling over. 300 feet high, I was sitting on the cliffs of Aran Islands (Dun Aengus Fort). The wind was not as strong, but it still took me a while to trust it would not blow me away over the edge. Although the cliffs are not as impressive as the Cliffs of Moher, it is thrilling to be able to walk to the very edge. The day was dark and cold; it is the first day I have had to wear gloves and as many layers of clothing … Continue reading The thrill of getting close to the edge & making friends