So I’ve pretty much seen and done most of the sights in Northern Ireland, but I haven’t been to the hidden village yet. So a few days ago, my mother-in-law, aunt Margaret and I decided to go for a walk to check it out. Its a bit of a walk, but the views from up there are amazing, and we were lucky enough to have dry weather!
So a clachan is a cluster of small houses, six maybe seven of them. And they don’t have churches, or shops or schools. It dates back about eighty years ago, and these houses are now ruins. A true clachan would have been a cluster of small single-storey cottages of farmers and/or fishermen, invariably found on poorer land. The community would share outhouses and sheep/pig pens and the children would typically all play together. The houses look extremely small though.
Also got a pic of this young bull, who was ready to charge, maybe he didn’t want his photo taken, but then I realised it could have been my little red Nikon! (thats actually a myth by the way, bulls are colourblind!)
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