In our walk today I was reminded of the first time I took my German in-laws to the West of Ireland. The conversation went something along the lines of…” now if the clouds and rain would lift there are beautiful mountains over to our right’, and ‘we could stop to take photos of the lovely sea views if the rain would clear and we could get out of the car’ and so on!
Like the Eskimos have 50 words to describe snow, I say the Irish have 50 words to describe rain and I could comfortably used 49 of them today. We have to be some sort of crazy to walk for 3 hours (thankfully a short day) to the beach in torrential, sideways rain with 30km/hr winds blowing off the sea. I was battered by the elements and almost blown off the trail a number of times but we made it.
We had hoped to walk to the Cape Finisterra Lighthouse another 4km further and then back to our accommodation but enough was enough and we will have another chance tomorrow. However with the forecast not great for tomorrow Muxia seems unlikely. We’ll just have to come back again.