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The Wild West of mayo infiltrates your mind. With the right conditions the landscape is a mixture of endless blanket bog and bare mountains. On this trip the sun was splitting the stones and big sky and big landscape were all around.     The rawness of the landscape is unforgiving. It invades the mind and pulls focus from the close flatness of bogs to the wide expanse of sea and sky. The lines of all blend into each other and the rough terrain owns your journey.   The river systems of the Moy and various wild water cut through the landscape like veins and arteries. Fish leap and swifts sweep the surface looking for rising insects. The turf cutting is in evidence all over NW Mayo. Evidence from the picture show the damage done to an environment. Around protected areas such as around the Ceirde fields an array of wild flowers bloom in the summer sun.         Outside the wonderful ice house the view of the Moy estuary is a dream stay. Floor to ceiling windows allow the river to be watched at all times in the evening. The television is off and I sit watching the ebb and flow of the tide and the wildlife revealed.  
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