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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 here:
https://glutenfreedestinations.com/visit-achill-island-in-ireland/