Have you ever seen a waterfall go uphill?


Last night at the Termon Complex  in Pettigo was very quiet indeed - we were the only people there, but had a quiet night. Apparently the boy racers tried to use the car park once, but were told in no uncertain terms that their cars would be confiscated and crushed. That's the way the Garda do it. The facilities on site were excellent.

We headed north west out of Pettigo towards Donegal,  and picked up the Wild Atlantic Way south again through Ballyshannon and Bundoran. I wasn't too impressed with either - Ballyshannon was very artificial, and Bundoran reminded us of Portrush, seedy and full of amusement parlours.

Much more interesting was Mullaghmore, beside Classiebawn Castle and Classiebawn harbour. This was the home of Lord Louis Mountbatten, who was blown up in his boat there.


We had decided last night that staying on the coast with Storm Helene due was not a good idea, so headed inland to Lough Glencar, north east of Sligo. It's quite dramatic here, with soaring cliffs and mountains alongside, and there is a picturesque waterfall beside us.  Further along was an unusual sight:


That smoke you see in the middle of the photo is actually a waterfall being blown back uphill! It's known locally as the Devil's Chimney, and the strong winds today made it particularly noticeable. This is the waterfall behind me.


The views today are poor due to the rain, but here's a few:


 Fortunately we are going to miss the worst of the winds, but unfortunately this means we get the worst of the rain. There is a yellow warning out until midnight, but we don't appear to be flooding here, and no drips are coming through from the roof!

A word about Irish viewpoints. They take a totally different attitude to the UK. Here they are purpose built car parks, free, open to motorhomes staying overnight, provide 24/7 toilets and often a well appointed tearoom. It is all free from vandalism, and perfectly clean. I'm embarrassed about how we treat motorhomers in the UK. I suspect most UK councils that ban motorhomes even from parking for the day are run by caravan park site owners.

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