Pride

Ok, so I’m a wee bit tipsy. ’Twas pub quiz night and, for the first time in a long wee while, we actually won. Hurray! Not only that but we whooped their asses, as they said in the olden days. But I’m not here to brag about the awesome amazingness of our new team, or to spout the usual cringy ramblings I can be prone to when we win (the prize is beer). Nope, I’m here to quickly share another little triumph:

 

 

This, my friends, was National Geographic's 'photo of the day' today (when I say today I mean yesterday, though I’m still awake so it’s still today goddammit!). It’s of a little place called Lagg, near the village of Malin, in my own fair Inishowen.  Isn’t it lovely? Since I was a wee girl that is the church I said I’d be married in. And unless we bugger off to Italy it will be too. Anyway, at the time of writing this image has had 13, 412 ‘likes’ on Facebook. I’m literally swelling with pride.

You have to understand, we in this tiny cut-off corner of the country know we have something pretty special. But we also know that not everyone else knows.  So it’s great to see a bit of worldwide recognition!  Oh, and just so you know, if the photographer who took this had turned around the picture would’ve been just as spectacular. Just go type ‘The Five Finger Strand’ into Google or Flickr or something to see what I mean. Highest sand dunes in Europe, them.