Oh Dingle

Today we went to Dingle to explore and see the peninsula. Dr Reed told us of the magic of this place, and didn't disappoint. We hiked a cliff, picked up a lamb, and relaxed on a beach. We started our day by going to a lamb farm which had beehuts. These were ancient buildings built of rock that people lived in, which also had sheep farms around it. We were able to go inside a barn to pet and feed sheep, there Dr. Snyder picked one up and let other people hold it too. This was cool, then we went on to a giant hill where we were able to climb and see the ocean as well as the Skellig islands. All of this nature reminded me of the poem by W.B Yeats titled The Stolen Child in which it describes nature and how beautiful it is. Letting humanity go back to it. As a adult growing up in an increasingly digital and industrialized world, I see the connection with nature decreasing and our respect for it going away. We are almost stealing the children from nature. In all, my time in Dingle was wonderful as I also walked around the town and got ice cream while window shopping. I would definitely go back and explore the town more when I have more time to do so in the future.

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