The Treaty Forts

After a few days wild camping Ann and I were beginning to need a little TLC, so we rang ahead to book into the Wild Atlantic Campsite, and make use of their electric hookups, fresh water, laundry and waste disposal. More later on the site.

Once again we were blessed with incredible views, especially over the Mamore Gap - another very steep first gear road.








Once over the gap we called in at Fort Dunree. It is one of a series of forts built on both sides of Lough Swilley, and was used to protect Lord Jellicoe's fleet which was moved here from Scapa Flow during WW1. In fact, it stayed in British hands until 1938, and even after that during WW2 had a little known British presence.




As with the War Years Remembered museum, the Irish are now beginning to accept and appreciate the contribution the whole of Ireland made to these wars, and that the two histories are far more intertwined than dogma had previously allowed. It is noticeable how much the peace process is promoted.

The Wild Atlantic Campsite is very new, clean and tidy - but it doesn't have a view of the Atlantic! Nevertheless there is a little snack bar that makes sublime omelettes (I now know her secret! - who would have thought a poached egg wrapped inside an omelette was so nice?), and at the entrance was an excellent takeaway pizzeria.

So, we have now caught up with the housekeeping and this blog.

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