Irish fjords

Killary Harbour

The day before we left Galway, I got my hair cut. That’s always a potentially traumatic experience on the road, but I found someone I liked. She gave me her mobile number so I could text her at home on a Sunday to make an appointment, for crying out loud, what’s not to like? So while we were chatting as she snipped away, she asked me where we were off to next.

“Westport,” I answered.

“Oh, Westport!” she gushed. “That’s where we go when we want to get away from Galway.” Get away from Galway? Why? We love this city. “Be sure to stop at Killary Harbour on your way. The fjord is beautiful.” Fjord? In Ireland???

Yes, Ireland does have fjords, it turns out. Three of them. And one is Killary Harbour. I thought fjord was a Scandinavian word for a long, narrow inlet or bay. According to my research assistant, however, a fjord is not just a foreign word but also a geological phenomenon. During an ice age, as the rapid accumulation of snow and ice compacts and forms a glacier in a river valley, the weight of the glacier eventually causes it to slide down the valley toward the sea. The V-shaped river valley is carved wider and rounder, into more of a U-shape, by the glacier. At the end of the ice age, the warming climate causes the glacier to melt and the ice effectively recedes back up the valley as the glacier gets smaller. 

When the glacier starts to recede, moraine—that rocky rubble that the glacier has been chiseling off the valley floor and walls and pushing down the valley—is deposited at the lower end and forms a sill or lip to the basin that it’s carved out. Seas rise as glaciers melt, and eventually they rise higher than the sill and flood the basin, creating a fjord. Non-fjordal inlets are the more V-shaped, river-cut valleys that weren’t rounded out by glaciers and don’t have sills that a glacier would leave behind. And there endeth the lesson, as Sean Connery would say.

We didn’t have time for a boat trip into the fjord, but we did stop at a lay-by to watch the boats go by and absorb the beauty.

Get a load of those rhododendrons! I stood mesmerized in a sea of deep pink. My guess is we passed through at peak bloom. Now that, my friends, is beautiful countryside and another serendipitous moment, all because I needed a haircut.

City of Tribes

a wee bit of craic in Galway

Galway is the fourth largest city in the Republic of Ireland—after Dublin, Cork, and Limerick—and by far the most charming of the four. Called the City of Tribes, it has an interesting history.

When King Henry II of England decided in the late 12th century that it would suit his interests to appropriate Ireland for England, he gave away prime Irish real estate to the English gentry who served him well during the occupation. Over the centuries these families assimilated into Irish life, marrying Irish women, cultivating the land, and establishing successful commercial businesses. Galway, run by a consortium of fourteen families of British origin, became the third largest port in the British Empire after London and Bristol.

Spanish Arch

After the English Reformation in the 16th century, the Irish adopted the new religion, although often in name only and frequently reverting to their beloved Catholicism. By the mid-17th century, King Charles I had had enough of these upstarts who refused to accept the Church of England and sent Oliver Cromwell over to convert them by force, which often resulted in death. 

When Cromwell arrived in Galway, he mocked the fourteen families, belittling them for their assimilation into a savage culture by referring to them as the Fourteen Tribes of Galway. Proverbially, Cromwell may have won the battle, but he lost the war. The families took great pride in adopting the label, continuing to call themselves tribes in defiance of Cromwell and the throne. Those fourteen families are alive and well today in Galway, running the government by more democratic means these days. Their names are very prominent in local politics. 

Saturday Market at St. Nicholas Church

We had a great apartment for exploring this very walkable city. A few blocks away was Eyre Square, site of the 13th-century English castle (now gone) and still the hub of the city. A few blocks beyond that was the heart of the old medieval city where some of the taverns have been operating since the 15th century! We happened to be exploring on a Saturday morning and got to take advantage of the Saturday Market there.

bank of the Corrib

A bit farther on and we were at the Spanish Arch on the River Corrib, site of the docks where the Spanish merchant ships used to unload their cargo during Galway’s heyday. The River Corrib is Europe’s shortest river. Four miles in length, it runs from Lough Corrib north of the city to Galway Bay. And they make use of every inch of it. It was the main transit system back in the day, and today has a nice riverwalk along its banks where young kids gathered to soak up the sun during our week of fantastic weather.

And just upriver we discovered a warren of great bars and restaurants in an area on the river that once housed several busy wharves and warehouses. Galway is known for its good food—the best we’ve had so far—and we took advantage while we were there. Lovely city!

The river is so clear we could watch the swan eating!