What I definitely will remember about that trip to the Bere island, is how we climbed down that hill in the deep grass, rocks and sheep… erm, sheep traces. That was unforgettable. But this post is not about that)
I was sorting out my photos yesterday and found out that I took quiet a few pictures of the boats in Castletownbere. I haven’t seen a lot of real fisherman boats before I came to Ireland, and for me it’s just amazing that there is this town that lives from the fisherman business, and everything there is somehow connected to it.