Besides my donkey neighbors, I saw almost a small furry mammal a day - more often than I saw humans.
irish cottage magicI lived alone for two weeks in a house an hour outside of Bantry, on a road called Boulteenach.
A woman named Barney Patterson owned it, lived there part of the year, and leased it otherwise. I guess August wasn't a hopping season, I got a deal.
Two bedrooms on the top floor, a kitchen, dining space and living room on the first floor. Fortunately there was a fireplace, I burnt a lot of peat bricks, between that and the persistant moisture, the luxuriant earthy smell hung clung.
I enjoyed the lack of modern convenient distraction. There was always the view, and I read a lot of books.
I had the most amazing view out my front door. It was a three minute walk to the shore. When my peat ran out, I would take my backpack and hunt driftwood on a dryer day. Wandering the rock beaches in the everdamp morning chill, I never saw another person.