The Ducks of Tor.
Some rambles in Donegal are memorable, for the people that you meet and the stories they tell you. Tor in Irish means a steep rocky place, which it is, with one lonely road offering views that will bring you to tears- the sheer size of rugged bog and stone, dropping away to a silvery lake, edged with bright pink and purple heather and thistles. Further down in the valley, the river meanders past small farms, but it is a remote and windswept place, with broody skies and craggy lines everywhere. On my journey, I noticed a man scattering something from a bucket into the lake. Surprised, I asked him, and he told me he was feeding the wild ducks, and had done so for years. Rambling onwards, I met a woman who told me it was her father who had put the two original ducks on the lake, and now they had their very own Tor duck flock. Unfortunately, and quite rightly, the ducks were not in the mood to be photographed, but it was great craic chatting to these two neighbours and a reminder that it’s people who make a place memorable. Enjoy the ramble! #Tor #ducks #donegal #ireland #findmyireland #studyabroadireland
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