Leaving Kylemore Abbey I am greeted and farewelled with this view. The sun is getting low, just peeking through the clouds as if to say goodnight. The rain has started to fall lightly on my shoulders. The fresh smell fills my head and suddenly I realize I have grown tired from the long day of driving. I want to stay and lay the sun to rest as well, but I know I need to get on my way as well. I wave goodbye to the Abbey, and turn down the road happy.
