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| The
legend says that if you add up the length of all the walls of the three
islands you'll end up with a line 3.000 miles long |
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| The
stones are not perfectly adjusted, the wind can blow through the holes
in the wall without bringing it down during the storms |
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| The
islands are only growing rocks. Painfully over the past the inhabitants
have replaced the rocks with sand and seaweed to grow grass and vegetables. |
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| Thatched
roof that still caracterises some of the older houses. Long grass was one
of the few imported items along with cows, horses and potatoe whisky. |
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| Monastery
of the Seven Churches |
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| Slates
with commemorative inscriptions in Gaelic. Gaelic is the first language
spoken on the islands. |
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| The
curraghs, boats covered with tarred canvas, were difficult to steer but
easy to repair |
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| Low
tide near the airport |
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| From
left to right, the Cessna 152 used by the priest to visit the other two
islands, our Wassmer and the Air Aran Britten Norman coming in after a
splendid slide in |
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| Making
sure the billboard won't fly away. Aerstraice means airfield in Gaelic
but don't ask me how to pronounce it ! |
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| Off
we go to tour the isle from the air. This is the Dun Aengus fort we visited
a few hours ago. From the sky its defensive organisation is particularly
striking. |
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| Located
on the top of the highest hill, facing the ocean.. If the attackers made
it over the wall, the besieged jumped into the water |
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| Let's
follow the coast till the end |
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| of
the end |
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| Towards
the lighthouse |
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