I'm a night owl. I do best if I go to sleep between 2 and 3 in the morning and get up between 9 and 10. This is only possible for some of the year because I'm not able to stay asleep in summer, although I cannot get to sleep any earlier. I savour the restful nights I have at this time of year because I know they are fleeting. I hate giving up any of these mornings by getting up too early, but sometimes choices must be made.
We recently learned that Friday is Market Day in Falcarragh, a small village that is nearby. One of the vendors is the veg man, a mobile greengrocer. I was thrilled to know that he was there! Dungloe didn't have one and I missed this.When we got here, I asked around but was told that no one does this in the vicinity. no one mentioned Falcarragh and it was just by chance that we learned about it. We had to go there for something else and saw a sign, then asked for confirmation.
There are some buses that get to Falcarragh from here in 15 minutes, but one comes at 7:30 and the other at 8. One day we will take one of those buses to spend more time there, preferably when it's spring or summer and I wake up early anyway. These are large buses and probably would have a hard time on the coast road, which is narrow and very curvy. The bus we take is a small, van-sized bus--the same one that brings us to Dungloe. It comes through here at about 9:20 and takes the scenic route along the coast. It's the only bus that runs along that route and people get on in the middle of nowhere to go to Falcarragh or the village 5 minutes before that where there is a grocery store. When the bus leaves Falcarragh, it comes back through here and on to Dungloe. People all along the route use it to go in that direction, too. Today someone was going for a medical appointment. It takes longer to get to Falcarragh--about 40 minutes--but it's a gorgeous ride and an important service for those who live along the way.
Anyway, this morning we got up earlier than usual and got ready to visit veg man's stall. I was struck by the colourful sky, the play of light, and the shapes of the undulating coastline. It's not a time I am usually outside at this time of year, so it was a treat to see it! I decided it was kind of worth it to lose an hour of sleep. 😀
I took a bunch of pictures out the bus window as we rolled along to Falcarragh.
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outside our apartment waiting for the bus 9:15 a.m. |
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breakfast time for the sheep--we stopped here for a minute so the lady who lives across the street from them could board the bus |
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i think that's Muckish in the distance, but not sure |
So we got to Falcarragh, went to veg man's stall, got our fruit and veg, and went back to wait for the return journey. We have half an hour at most when we go there--often a little less if we get there later than scheduled. We only had to wait a couple minutes, but he would have waited for us if we'd not been there. The first time we went, the driver asked if we were coming back. I said we were and confirmed where we should wait. He told me, 'Don't worry, I won't leave without you!' I still find it remarkable and wonderful that we can live in such a rural place and still get to be car-free! And the bus is like a whole little community in and of itself. I wasn't keen on getting up early today, but I knew that once I did, it would be an enjoyable morning. And so it was!