The Cliffs of Moher, Ireland
There wasn’t sunshine all day, everyday when I visited Ireland. But when the sky was clear, the landscape was simply beautiful. During one of these occasional blue sky moments, it’s better to be at one of the most amazing vistas on the island – the Cliffs of Moher.
Located in County Clare, along the central western coast of Ireland, the treacherous Cliffs of Moher get hit with the full force of the Atlantic winds. The shoreline is rocky, hazardous, but tough and rigid. Bright green grass flourishes and gulls still play in the powerful winds.
There is a little romantic stone building along the edge of the cliffs called O’Brien Castle. This was actually built in 1835 as a shelter and observation point and became popular with Victorian ladies and gentlemen enjoying a day in the country.
In the traditional tourist sense there isn’t a lot “to do” at the Cliffs. Visitors can wander along some small trails to get different views of the cliffs. For safety reasons, there are very clear limits on how close to the edge you can go. But really, when the land, sea, and sky look like this, what more would you want to do beside walk around and take it all in?
Opening hours, directions, and visitor’s information about the Cliffs of Moher can be found here.
Daydream Tourist 
Do you know the poem by Wallace Stevens called The Cliffs of Moher? It’s beautiful.
Karen
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I hadn’t heard that poem before but it’s very lovely. There’s certainly a pervasive sense of memory in Ireland and I can hear that in this poem.
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The Irish Cliffs of Moher, by Wallace Stevens
Who is my father in this world, in this house,
At the spirit’s base?
My father’s father, his father’s father, his—
Shadows like winds
Go back to a parent before thought, before speech,
At the head of the past.
They go to the cliffs of Moher rising out of the mist,
Above the real,
Rising out of present time and place, above
The wet, green grass.
This is not landscape, full of the somnambulations
Of poetry
And the sea. This is my father or, maybe,
It is as he was,
A likeness, one of the race of fathers: earth
And sea and air.
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Cliffs of Moher is one of the most beautiful place that I saw, while living in Ireland.
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