The Kerry Cliffs on the Iveragh Peninsula is not your usual tourist stop.

It’s a bit off the beaten, well-known Ring of Kerry path. But oh, it’s so worth the extra bit of driving!

We arrived on a day that was typically overcast and cool for September, but not terribly windy. Gearing up for the 10-minute walk up the hill towards the cliffs, I noticed a couple horses grazing on the hillside. These lovely creatures were kind enough to allow a few pictures. Losing interest, they calmly returned to enjoying the sweet, moist grasses at their feet.  

A lovely black, Irish plow horse and a fine pinto pause their breakfast just long enough to check this photographer out.

My Travel Buddy, M, and I continued up the path to find ourselves standing atop the craggy, 1000-foot, Kerry Cliffs where we gazed down on the relentless waves of the Atlantic Ocean below. My eyes traveled across the turquoise-and-lapis waters toward Puffin Island (where nearly 10,000 puffins make their home!) and then further to the Skellig Rocks, seemingly at the world’s edge.

Four-hundred-million years ago, these heavily stratified and jagged cliffs were part of a desert environment. That’s difficult to get my head around today. There is nothing dry or dusty about the area now.

A view of Puffin Island and the Skellig Rocks in the distance

The jagged Kerry Cliffs with the Skellig Rocks appearing on the horizon seemed to be at the very brink of the world


From the highest point, overlooking the churning seas crashing into the cliffs’ base, one can see for 30 miles in almost every direction. For Star Wars fans, the Skelligs are a thrill to see, even from this distance. They are one of only three UNESCO world heritage sites in Ireland.

I was mesmerized by this lush and harsh environment, populated by various breeds of sea birds who make their homes on the severe cliff walls.

But besides that, I felt a primeval, druidic spirit lingering in the air, calling me to stay and soak in the awareness of the timeless enchantment that blew through my soul.

As in many areas of Ireland, I would have loved to bathe in the atmosphere much longer. But time keeps on ticking, so within a few hours, we headed back to the Ring of Kerry Loop and toward Killarney, where hot showers and comfy beds awaited us at our B & B.

Enchanting, ancient voices call through ever-present winds and hammering waves.

Ireland is a magical and mystical land. She calls and haunts me still, even though I am back in the States. I hope to return some day, adding my voice to her primordial song.