One morning, a couple of weeks ago, we hit the bog roads of Connemara to walk the dogs when we discovered that overnight the countryside must have been overtaken by spiders.
We were shocked by the amount of cobwebs that literally covered the gorse bushes everywhere in sight. I am not sure what exactly happened or where all those spiders came from but they spun those webs with the speed of light.
Believe me or not but every single gorse bush was wrapped in webs. Thick, sparkly, Connemara webs.
It was absolutely fantastic walking along the road through the white softness of the fog, enjoying the hushed silence and staring at the sparkling droplets of drizzle.
There is no other place as unique and alive for me as Connemara – full of webs, fog and permanent drizzle.