It’s fitting that I stumbled upon Achill by chance.
The mystical Mayo isle lies unassumingly along the Wild Atlantic Way, connected to the mainland by a bridge you can drive. Redolent with eras past, its clusters of inhabited and deserted villages stand enveloped in an aura of mist, often haloed with a rainbow. Solitude and community coalesce. Beaches disappear and reappear.
Achill is a calling.
It chooses you.
To read my entire post on magical Achill Island, click hère:https://glutenfreedestinations.home.blog/2019/03/24/achill-island-awaits/