I'm pretty fond of our gatehouse. It's always a pleasure coming home to the cheery yellow front door and we've crafted the inside to our liking as well. But a thatch cottage on a little Irish island or perched up in the mountains certainly holds a lot of appeal as well. We aren't in the mood to move anytime soon, but weekends away in a cozy thatch complete with turf fire are always a welcome diversion. We spent a few days in one such thatch when my family was visiting and it was a lovely mini-vacation. I snapped most of these pictures just out the back door of the cottage in the thick grassy patches that led down to a private cove and trailed to a secluded beach. The location was a hit from the first moment we arrived, crossing a small bridge onto the island and climbing up the big hill to look down on this little cottage perched at the edge with its grand views of the sea. We were so well situated that one quiet evening indoors my father looked out the window and saw a pod of dolphins circling and leaping around outside. In short order we all decamped to the rocks behind the house to watch the porpoise play by the shore. Those were my favorite moments; the quite ones, standing still and watching the dolphins in the water or this calm morning I spent running barefoot through the grass...
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