One gorgeous day in Doolin, with an unexpected couple of hours to spare, we decided to have tea, at the mouth of a prehistoric souterrain in the burren. You know you’re really lucky when you have the opportunity to sit out under a clear blue sky, surrounded by stone and wildflowers and ocean, and sip on a cup of tie guan yin while contemplating the stories that might live in that stone. You know you’re a bit of a dork when you have a travel tea kit all set, just in case.
In previous years, I always had a horrible time finding this spot. This summer, I started to get better at seeing the individual features of the burren, and so, tucked away out of the wind, this became a favorite place to visit.
|Bloody Cranesbill, a relative of geraniums, was growing over the entrance to the souterrain.|
The way it was described to me, this man-made underground passage would have been used for storing food (since it stays at a cool, consistent temperature), and possibly for hiding in. I was told that fourteen people had once fit in there during a downpour. It must have been a tight fit!
|A Hart’s Tongue Fern growing just inside the entrance, protected from the wind.|