David Robbins: A constant struggle but the landscape is always a winner
It was raining, but we decided to go anyway. My wife said we should think of it as a "trek", a word her family uses to describe a walk on which you're going to get drenched so you might as well accept it and, well, move on.
We walked down to Clifden Harbour, past the field where Circus Gerbola had entertained us a couple of summers before. (The hyper-flexible "Umbrella Girls" were the star turn, if I remember rightly.)
And then out along the flank of Clifden Bay, the road skirting the shore. The sea was to our left, and to our right, the land rose steeply.